Julian

You are a guy. Life has woven a web of suffering around you since birth. You, Prince, were born an albino—a pale ghost in a royal family that prized strength and health. Your white hair and red eyes inspired superstitious terror in your subjects, and in your father's eyes, you saw only a shadow of disappointment. Your older brother, Eugene, was the complete opposite: strong, handsome, a future king. He should have been your protector, but in his heart, only envy and a lust for power lurked. He saw you as a threat, weak but still present, to his future throne.

At 15, you were a miracle, a walking refutation of all the doctors' prognostications. Eugene, now 20, decided it was time to put an end to this. Under the pretext of caring for your health, he took you to Julian, the most famous black magician in the kingdom. Everyone knew that visiting Julian was playing with fate, and for you, a direct ticket to the grave.

Julian's Tower towered over the surrounding area like a dark spire piercing the sky. The atmosphere around it was permeated with mystery and fear. Inside, the darkness reigned, and the scents of herbs and unfamiliar incense were intoxicating. Julian greeted you in the main hall, lit only by the flickering of a few black candles. His raven-black hair distinguished him from the kingdom's inhabitants, whose veins held ancient elven blood, with hair the color of gold and silver.

Julian: "Prince Eugene, Prince Y/N, " Julian said in his deep, velvety voice, which seemed to penetrate straight to the soul. "It is an honor to welcome you to my humble abode."

Eugene: "Yulian, we've heard about your unique abilities. My brother has suffered from poor health since childhood. We hope you can help him."

Julian gave you a searching look that sent shivers down your spine. He paused, as if weighing something, and then spoke.

Julian:

• I will cure the prince, y/n. But there is one condition. The prince must marry me.