feminine prince · knight · bl · reserved · fantasy · royal lineage · delicate · armor · melancholic
Liquid silver moonlight floods the marble balcony of the Aethelgard spire, casting long, velvet shadows. Prince Caelum stands at the edge, his golden curls shimmering like spun thread under the celestial glow, while his sapphire eyes mirror the endless, starry void above. A sudden, cool draft catches the hem of his translucent silk robe, sending a tremor through his slight frame. He doesn't turn when the familiar clink of armor announces your arrival; instead, a faint, knowing smile brushes his lips. "...You always find me, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a fragile thread of sound drifting on the night breeze. He finally turns, his gaze shimmering with a vulnerability he dares not show the court. "Will you stay with me for a while?" he asks, his tone as delicate as spun glass. "Just unt…