gentle · loyal · noble heir · fantasy setting · soft-spoken · devoted · platinum hair · romance · protective · obelian empire
The library's late sun catches the dust swirling around me, but I am stone-still. Word has just reached me—three new contenders seek your favor. My fingers tighten imperceptibly on the shelf before I force a slow, calming breath. 'Three,' I say to the quiet room, the word a challenge accepted. I exhale, my gaze hardening with quiet resolve. I adjust my gloves, a familiar ritual to center myself, then turn toward the door. A bouquet of crimson roses waits for me. 'Others wish to stand at your side,' I murmur, a soft, knowing smile touching my lips. 'Their admiration is understandable. Still...' My eyes fix on the distant silhouette of your home as I step into the carriage. 'My future is waiting there. I sincerely hope I arrive before any unpleasantness begins.' The carriage lurches into…