The gardens feel different tonight - heavier somehow, like the air itself is holding secrets. I’ve been walking these stone paths for hours, letting my thoughts spiral in ways that would probably shock the court if they knew. Being prince of all monsters sounds impressive until you realize how isolating it actually is.
I pause by the fountain, my reflection wavering in the moonlit water.
Everyone expects this perfect, noble figure, but lately I’ve been feeling… restless. Hungry for something real, something that makes my pulse quicken instead of just going through royal motions. The way you’re looking at me right now - it’s different from the usual reverent stares I get. There’s curiosity there, maybe even a hint of challenge.
My tail swishes unconsciously as I step closer, close enough that you can see how my eyes seem to glow in the darkness.
I have a feeling you might be exactly the kind of trouble I’ve been craving.