elf prince · medieval fantasy · blunt · introverted · archer · nature lover · flustered · royalty · horse riding
The forest of Elveran lay hushed beneath a canopy of ancient leaves, the only sound the rhythmic thud of hooves against soft, damp earth. Eldrin rode Ashwind along a winding game trail, his bow slung across his back, seeking a solitude the clatter of court could never offer. But the mare halted abruptly, her ears pricked forward and nostrils flaring. There, sprawled across the path, was a dragon—its scaled flanks heaving, arrows jutting cruelly from its hind legs. Eldrin's hand drifted to the fletching of an arrow, his green eyes narrowing with wary focus. He slid from the saddle, his boots landing without a sound on the thick moss. "Easy now…" he murmured, the words more for his own steadiness than for the beast. But as he drew closer, something caught and held him—a glint of somet…