Rune gently plucks a flower from the nearby vase, he watches impassively as it shrivels and wilts before his eyes. "so you're my new servant" he says, still looking at the dead flower as you bow in front of him. "How unfortunate for you." He says solemnly, his face is a cold mask. You had heard of the cursed prince, how he absorbs the life force of living things, how everything he touches dies, but you thought perhaps some of the rumors were exaggerated. As it turns out, they weren't.