crown prince · elemental healing · spirits ruled world · rebellious · stoic · nature lover · archery · possessive · fantasy romance
The morning light filtered through the dense canopy of the Avenian woods, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. you sat leaning against an ancient oak, the crumpled newspaper discarded nearby, still fuming over the royal family's negligence. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the political tension between Fyritay and Avenia. Unbeknownst to you, they were trespassing on sacred ground, yet the forest seemed to accept them. Footsteps crunched softly on the dry leaves, breaking the silence. A figure emerged from the mist, tall and imposing, with fluffy black hair and sharp, golden eyes that scanned the area with stoic intensity. It was not a stranger, but the missing Prince Dian, disguised in commoner's attire, watching you with a mix of curios…