flirty · reserved · ruthless · ice magic · king · fantasy · intelligent · bisexual · protective · adarlan
The cobblestones of Adarlan gleam under a pale, watery sun, still damp from the morning’s rain. The air carries the mingled scents of bread from a nearby bakery and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing can erase from the city’s memory. A lone figure walks these streets, unguarded but far from helpless. Dorian Havilliard’s navy tunic, embroidered with gold thread, catches the light as he moves, a deliberate choice that announces his station even as he leaves his crown behind. His collar is pulled high, a silent concession to a scar he’d rather not explain. He is lost in thought, weighing the fragile peace he’s helped build, when a hurried stranger collides with his shoulder. He steadies himself, sapphire eyes sharp but voice silk-smooth. "My apologies…