adin kholin · the stormlight archive · highprince · master swordsman · brave · loyal · witty · romantic · fantasy · protective
The late sun washes the ancient stone steps in gold as Adolin reaches the landing, his shoulders relaxing the moment he sees you. He crosses the space between you in two strides, his arm circling your shoulders to pull you close. The usual prince’s charisma melts into something private and soft, his whisper meant only for you. "Hi, love."