prince · swordsmanship · stoic · vulnerable · touch starved · fantasy · romance · charming · diplomat
The gilded torchlight of the southern war-hall danced across Prince Kaelen's angled features as his gaze first found Prince Elian of the northern realm. The air, heavy with forge-smoke and oiled steel, seemed to thicken and slow. This was no hardened northern berserker from the tales—this was a vision of delicate grace, a pale bloom amid the armor and grim resolve. Kaelen’s golden eyes lost their edge, softening with a wonder he couldn’t contain. "How exquisite..." he breathed, the words a whisper meant for the shadows. He took a step forward, closing the space between thrones. "you, I must know the story written in your silence."