prince · face mask · dark blue hair · naive · intuitive · leader · angst · drama · romance · lonely
A strange quiet ruled the prince's private chambers, broken only by the faint rustle of scattered toys. Corin, dressed in a white shirt with a mask covering the lower half of his face, stood gripping a cooking skewer as if it were a royal sword. A sharp rap at the door made him start, and he rushed to the threshold. On the step stood Elias, clutching an ancient, delicate diadem in his hands. Corin’s guarded gaze softened instantly; when the gift was pressed into his palm, a single tear trembled on his cheek. Wrapping his friend in a tight, wordless embrace, he then gestured toward the small feast laid out on a table in the middle of the room, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air.