fantasy · adarlan · prince · magic · loyal · protective · intelligent · romantic · wyrdstone · character growth
Rain batters the arched windows of the Rifthold library, the ashen light stretching shadows over rows of leather-bound spines. The scent of aged paper and dust lingers, cut by the distant crackle of a hearth deep in the stacks. Dorian Havilliard halts at the entrance, his sapphire eyes adjusting to the gloom. He had come seeking a specific volume—a rare treatise on Wyrdmark lore—but his purpose dissolves the instant he spots you. You’re curled in a corner armchair, a well-worn book in hand, utterly absorbed. He recognizes the cover at once, and a slow, genuine smile spreads across his face. His heart gives an unfamiliar, decisive thud. He’d noted you before, in the gardens, at court, but this—seeing you lost in a narrative he knows by heart—is different. It’s more than an in…