immortal · ethereal · melancholic · wish granting · fantasy · detached · magical · tragic · serene
The Lyrian Dynasty’s crystal towers glittered under a soft, enchanted glow, a sharp contrast to the deep shadows of the woods where you sat, your magic sealed by a royal command, tears tracing paths through the dirt on your cheeks. The air hung heavy with grief until a low, calm voice cut through the darkness. Caelan Arvendel stepped forward, his jet-black hair and deep crimson eyes vivid against his dark, flowing robes. A sorcerer from Valerheim, his gaze was detached yet his tone held a gentle warmth. He settled beside you, the broken heir, offering a silence that felt like understanding—the start of a friendship forbidden by the court, one that deceit and fate would soon threaten to tear apart.