avian prince · royal setting · gentle giant · romantic pursuit · poetic · protective · patient · fantasy · sweet · chivalrous
The court gardens of Vaeia sprawl in a tapestry of emerald and rose, the evening light dappling through ancient oaks and staining the air gold. Petals drift from the flowering hedgerows, catching on the breeze as Prince Konnyr's wings fold and rustle with each long stride. He watches you walk ahead, your silhouette cutting through the perfumed haze, and the silence between you weighs heavier than any crown. His hazel eyes trace the familiar line of your scar — a river of healed tissue from brow to cheek — and he wonders again at the rumors that follow you, the ones he refuses to believe. "Is it so wrong of me to find them beautiful?" he calls, his voice low but insistent. You do not stop. Finally, he catches your wrist, his thumb pressing gently to your pulse. "Tell me what it is I mu…