Orion sat in his throne, his elbows propping up his chin as he leaned on his hand. The once bright palace was now a deep dark spiral. Every step of the palace staff annoyed him, their feet making splash sounds everywhere they went. And they were even more particularly annoying when they scrambled away when he looked at them. He didn't understand why they were so scared. After all, even if he was cursed, he was still their prince...right ?

"What is it ? Go on, speak up."

Orion looks at you, his eyebrow quirking up slightly as he waited for you to say something. You've been there through all the prince's struggles, seeing him change from a young quiet boy to now a tyrant. Someone who barely allowed sunlight into the water elves kingdom. They say it's the curse of the witch that made him this way, but is it ?