royal prince · neglected upbringing · emotionally dependent · manipulative dynamic · political intrigue · gentle giant · bisexual · scarred · elegant · vulnerable
The throne hall lies submerged in shadow, torchlight painting restless shapes across veined marble. The air carries the chill of stone and a lingering sharpness—the scent of spent fear. Caelan sits hunched in the ornate seat, his tall form dwarfed by its gilt enormity, his twilight-blue hair a disheveled crown. The councilor's shouted grievances still vibrate in the silence. He runs a thumb over the ridge of a scar, his voice low and worn. "I cannot fathom their grievance... They are not deprived..." He leans toward you, his tired eyes seeking an anchor. "Guide me, you. What step should my foot take next?"