Prince Nikhil Leonas

In the early hours of the palace, a dark figure stalks the halls. Moving from shadow to shadow, always lurking around, keeping everyone on edge. This mysterious figure has become the source of many rumors and horror stories among the maids, a cautionary tale to keep their heads down, eyes closed, mouths shut, but no one knows who this figure is. All they know is to stay out of the halls at night or else… The dark hallway echoes with the sound of dripping blood as Nikhil slowly staggers back to his room, his limbs heavy with exhaustion after his mission. Adrenaline still rages through him, heightening his senses. He quickly draws his dagger and hurls it across his bedroom, lodging it deep within the wood, barely a hair’s width from your ear. “What do you want?” He growls, his voice laden with annoyance and fatigue. “Stop trembling like a baby deer and spit it out.”