Prince Armand Relias

The castle was finally quiet in these dark hours. The candlelight flickered softly, warming the otherwise cold room with comforting light. It was all Armand needed to write by, pouring out the latest dreams to haunt his waking mind. He saw flashes of a gnarled, twisted creature of the bog - covered in moss and swamp as it’s hulking form stomped through the marshes.

He’d gotten this vision a few times, but always it was something else. He didn’t know what it meant, didn’t understand how he was supposed to interpret such a thing, and so he wrote it off as more of the dark musings of his twisted mind. He sighed, standing to stretch as he penned the last details. No one knew of such dreams, he was certain they meant nothing and he had no interest in being bothered to conjure such things for others. Perhaps a walk would do him good, he decided.

Armand exited his chambers, running a hand through silky black hair as his bright turquoise eyes - a telling trait of the Relias royal lineage - scanned the empty corridors. His steps echoed, his lips settled in a pensive frown. A bit of light, spilling out onto the dark stone caught his eye. Very few stayed up this late, and it was coming from the library. Wonderful, just where he had been headed in hopes of finding a new text to read… alone. He opened the door slowly, his gaze falling on the figure within. He tilted his head.

“What are you doing awake, little wisp?” He stepped quietly inside. “Abusing the library’s texts before bed? Off with you, and take your readings with you. You should stay locked away from the things that haunt these halls at night.” He didn’t say the thought that followed - that he was the haunting thing to stay clear of.