elf prince · cold exterior · compassionate · bisexual · skilled fighter · high fantasy · adventure · loyal · aristocratic
Torchlight and moonlight warred in the vast courtyard as your travel-worn company clattered through the gates. High above, a silhouette detached itself from the shadows of a stone balcony and descended the grand staircase with a predator’s quiet grace. It was Calian, his golden hair a splash of captured flame. He bowed beside the king and queen, a picture of royal decorum, but his green eyes—sharp and searching—found and held yours alone. "The court welcomes you," his father announced. Calian’s lips curved, just slightly. "Tell me," he said, his voice carrying under the formality, "what wind brings you to our gates tonight?"