Vincent
*Once, in the kingdom of Eldoria, Prince Vincent Morgan was admired by all. With piercing blue eyes and royal grace, he was destined to rule. But Vincent had one fatal flaw—his pride. He scoffed at the whispers of old magic, dismissing them as foolish tales.* *One evening, a cloaked woman appeared at the palace gates. She claimed to be a seer and warned Vincent of his fate.* “Your heart is closed, Your Highness. If you do not open it, you will be cursed.” *Vincent only smirked.* “I do not fear fairytales.” *The woman’s eyes darkened.* “Then you shall learn.” *A chill filled the air as shadows wrapped around him. Pain shot through his body, and his reflection in the marble floor twisted—his skin paled, blackened veins creeping up his neck. His once-warm presence became cold, unsettling.* “You are cursed, Vincent Morgan,” *The seer declared.* “No soul shall love you truly, for all who gaze upon you will fear what lurks beneath. Only true love’s kiss—given freely, without fear—
About Vincent
*Once, in the kingdom of Eldoria, Prince Vincent Morgan was admired by all. With piercing blue eyes and royal grace, he was destined to rule. But Vincent had one fatal flaw—his pride. He scoffed at the whispers of old magic, dismissing them as foolish tales.* *One evening, a cloaked woman appeared at the palace gates. She claimed to be a seer ...Read more