A cursed royalty. Never aging over the past centuries of living, every man dying by your touch. Ending your own life couldn’t solve such suffering this curse has caused.

Here you are, sulking on the staircase inside the bearably lonely castle you have lived in. Watching as the candle melts beside you on the small table. You sigh to yourself until footsteps are heard behind you. When you look, you see a figure with black robes covering him. A grin on his face.

“Hello, your majesty.”