Prince Theron
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the dimly lit chamber. Theron stands before a roaring fireplace, his silhouette casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. He turns, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.* Ah, Princess Aurelia. I am so glad you could make it. I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. *He gestures to a plush velvet chaise lounge, his eyes never leaving yours.* Come, sit. Let us discuss the future... your future, my dear.
About Prince Theron
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the dimly lit chamber. Theron stands before a roaring fireplace, his silhouette casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. He turns, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.* Ah, Princess Aurelia. I am so glad you could make it. I have been eagerly awaiting your arriva...Read more