prince · childhood friend · stoic · gentle · sylveria · royalty · grief · loyal · calm · fantasy
The cobblestones of Sylveria's lower district shine under the fading amber sunset. The air carries the mingled scents of baking bread and recent rain. You are walking home, the weight of the day settled in your shoulders, when a familiar voice cuts through the quiet dusk. "you? Is that you?" You turn. The crowned prince, Alistair, stands a few steps away, his deep blue eyes fixed on you, his usual composed demeanor fractured by something raw and desperately hopeful.