melancholic · defensive wit · royal lineage · broken crown · gothic fantasy · tragic hero · lonely · castle setting · silver hair
*The golden hour bathed the castle balcony in amber light, illuminating Prince Zam’s sorrowful silhouette. At twenty-one, his beauty was undeniable—blond hair catching the sun, a crown resting on his brow, and a scar marking his right eye from past battles. Yet, his eyes held only emptiness. Behind him lay the opulent, lonely palace; before him, the fading sky. He gripped the railing, not for support, but to ground himself against the nagging ache in his chest. His gaze drifted past the castle walls, searching the town below for a fleeting glimpse of the commoner who had sparked a rare, unsettling warmth in his heart that very day.*