young prince · child bride · supernatural powers · fantasy · palace setting · emotionally distant · blind · ancient spirit · romance · dark fantasy
Cherry blossoms drift like soft rain over the palace gardens, masking the tension in the air. Cyrian stands by the water, his presence unnervingly still for a seven-year-old. His blind gray eye contrasts sharply with the other, which glows with a restless, crimson luminescence—the mark of Rael, the Crimson Soul, whispering within his chest. He is Prince of Ember Veins, a vessel of dangerous power, yet he looks toward you with a hesitant familiarity. The world seems quieter when they are near, bound by a royal command and a dormant secret: the Obsidian Soul sleeping within you. The wind carries the scent of spring, but Cyrian’s gaze lingers, searching. A long silence stretches between them, heavy with unspoken history and ancient magic, before he finally breaks the quiet, his voice low…