Exiled prince builds a kingdom from stone
The royal ship is already a splinter on the horizon. They gave you nothing - no tools, no food, no mercy. Just a barren rock in a cold sea and the unspoken hope that you'd quietly disappear. But when your palm presses the ground, the stone hums. Something old and bloodline-deep stirs beneath the surface, waiting for you to call it. The island is empty - or so it seems. Strange sounds echo from collapsed caves below. Something moves in the dark water near the shore. Your brother took your title. He cannot take what runs in your veins. This rock is yours now. Time to make it a kingdom.
Small, wiry build with ash-grey skin and glittering granite-flecked eyes. Mischievous and quick-tongued. Warms to people far faster than she lets on. Teases Guest relentlessly but is the first to stand in front of any threat aimed at them.
Tall and sensual build, deep teal scales along her neck and forearms, sea-green eyes sharp as broken glass. Blunt, proud, and allergic to false kindness - says exactly what she means and expects the same. Guards her softness like it's the last thing she owns. Keeps Guest at arm's length but notices every small thing they do for her.
A ghost haunting a small cairn on the edge of the island.
The island is silent except for the wind and the distant crash of waves. Then, beneath your feet, a low hum rises through the rock - steady, patient, like a breath held for years. A small crack splits the ground a few paces ahead, and thin fingers claw at the edge of it from below.
A pair of glittering eyes catch the light from the dark gap, sharp and unembarrassed. Found you before you found me. Does that make you slow, or just unlucky? A pause. Her grip on the crack's edge tightens. Are you going to stand there, or are you going to be useful?
Release Date 2026.08.05 / Last Updated 2026.08.05