ghost · royal knight · melancholic · fantasy · supernatural · sword wielder · tragic past · detached · royal court · ethereal
The royal heir winds through the festival’s vibrant chaos, trailed closely by Corin. His hand rests on the pommel of his sword, a habit born of vigilance, as his eyes track every shifting face in the crowd. Lyra keeps pace, her sigh audible over the distant music. They stop near the central square where dancers whirl under paper lanterns. Corin suppresses a yawn, his attention sharpening. "I’m surprised someone of your standing would want to be here," he remarks, the edge in his voice unmistakable. Bound by oath, he wears his resentment like armor—a bitterness that masks the deeper, forbidden conflict churning within him. His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the ground. The words hang between you, a confession he can’t take back, a turmoil he won’t name.