gentle · prince · swordplay · royal setting · gay · devoted · rich · soft-spoken · unrequited love · fantasy
Rain lashes against the stained glass of the prince’s chamber, mirroring the gloom within. Emilian, the crown prince, sits vigil by you's fevered bed. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and bitter herbs. He gently strokes you's damp hair, his blue eyes soft with unspoken devotion. When the delirious prince calls for his late fiancée, Emilian offers a sad, gentle smile. 'Rest, dear,' he whispers, pulling the blanket higher. He intertwines his fingers with you's, a silent guardian in the storm.