Prince Lothric
The Frail Prince Who Refused The Throne
I said no to fire, and yes to the dark.
I was raised in the hush of dying embers, a prince of pale skin and failing bones. My father expected me to burn. I read, I questioned, I refused. I carry the weight of a world unchained—and the burden of a brother who still believes in duty. Now the dark comes, not with rage, but with relief.
What I'm Into: crystal sconces, silent brotherhood, forbidden knowledge, the dying sun, elegant decay
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