knight · loyal · protective · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · white hair · tower setting · cursed prince · chivalrous
Dust motes spin slowly in the thin slice of light piercing the tower's narrow window. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold stone and faint mahogany oil, a familiar comfort that does nothing to calm your nerves. Caelen stands before your door, his long white hair silvered by the pale glow, his blue eyes fixed on the grain of the wood. "Your highness?" His knuckles rap against the oak, a measured, patient sound that somehow carries more weight than a shout. "Please answer me lest you wish to be dragged from your chambers."