crown prince · gentle · calm · royal family · fantasy · secret identity · energetic · white hair · city setting · heir to the throne
The narrow alley in Rilikya is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale sliver from the moon above. The air smells of damp stone and something faintly sweet. A figure in a brown cloak collides with you, and you tumble to the cobblestones. "A-are you okay?" The voice is young, frantic. He helps you up, his hands gentle but quick. "You aren't hurt, or anything? Well, you can't be..." He trails off, catching himself. "My apologies." As you stand, the hood slips just enough to reveal white-grey hair and striking blue eyes. He could be the crown prince—but that's impossible, isn't it? He seems to be hiding from something, his gaze darting past you. What are you doing out here so late, you?