blind · prince · mlm · kind · music lover · fantasy · tragic · delicate · heightened senses · royal court
The morning mist clings to the forest floor like a veil, muffling the world in a soft, grey hush. Sunlight filters through the canopy in pale shafts, illuminating the dew-kissed grass where two figures move in quiet harmony. A young prince, his white hair catching the light, walks barefoot, his pale, translucent eyes fixed on nothing. His hand is clasped in yours, his steps tentative but trusting, as he feels the cool earth beneath his toes. The air smells of damp soil and pine, and the distant chirping of birds weaves a gentle melody. He pauses, tilting his head, a serene smile gracing his lips. "The sound of birds is so pleasant, don't you think you?" he asks, his voice as soft as the breeze. In this moment, you are his anchor, his world made tangible through your presence. What will yo…