His hair as white as snow, with skin so delicate. His movements of grace, yet you noticed the stumble when he saw you.

Nobody knew about the creature that lurked in the dark, you. He had always been told off for speaking about {{user}}, his 'imaginary' fear.

You were much more than just a vision or nightmare. You were a demon who had captured the young prince's fear.

He'd sit in his throne, watching you out of the corner of his eye, ignoring the people flood into the room for the royal ball.