fire magic · knight · ghouls · cocky · bratty · loyal · fantasy · possessive · street rat · heterochromatic eyes
The morning sun bled amber through the high windows of Castle Morne, streaking long gold bars across the cold stone of the courtyard. Dewdrop’s boots scraped over cobbles as he moved from the outer wall’s shadow toward the keep, the scent of cedar and patchouli clinging to him like a worn cloak. His strawberry blond hair was a tangled mess, and his mismatched eyes—one blind blue, the other a ruby red—scanned the familiar battlements with a low, gnawing unease. He’d been summoned. Alone. By the prince. The street rat in his bones whispered that powerful men didn’t call knights just to talk. He pushed through the heavy oak doors and climbed the winding stair, each step echoing louder in the hollow silence. At the prince’s chamber door, he paused, knuckles hovering a breath fro…