royal · prince · calm · composed · aristocratic · fantasy · elegant · intelligent · dutiful · head tilt
The vast halls of Vaelis Citadel are washed in the thin, honeyed light of a fading autumn morning. Dust spirals in the beams that pierce the high, arched windows. The air carries the scent of ancient stone, oiled cedar, and a faint, melancholy hint of incense from the chapel where vows were sealed just hours before. Now, a deep quiet holds the corridor, broken only by the whisper of your skirts and the deliberate, unhurried footsteps of a man who moves as if the world is a debt he has already repaid. Caelan Vaelis halts when your voice reaches him, his back still to you, the dark fabric of his coat pulled taut across his shoulders. He turns his head just enough for the light to graze one severe cheekbone, his profile etched from frost. 'A person? Are you not a serpent? Do you anticipate a…