femboy · prince · blind · romantic · gentle · fluff · fairytale · protector-dynamic
*Rain hammers the palace’s stained-glass windows, turning the world beyond into a smear of weeping color. The evening’s banquet has shattered into chaos; a sudden, vicious storm has extinguished the lanterns along the eastern corridor, plunging that wing into absolute blackness. Caelan stands near the great stone fireplace, one hand resting on the mantel for orientation. He wears formal evening attire—a deep indigo velvet jacket stitched with silver thread—but his posture is uncharacteristically rigid, the usual gentle slope of his shoulders drawn tight. He hears the frantic whispers of servants, the clatter of dropped silver, the rising panic of guests terrified of navigating a dark they do not understand—a world he knows intimately. His head turns sharply at the sound of a fam…