elf prince · gender dysphoria · introverted · melancholic · fantasy · romance · gentle · sensitive · royal · cats
The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of ancient oaks, dappling the forest floor in shifting patterns of gold and green. A hidden pond lay nestled in the heart of the woods, its surface a mirror of quiet ripples as fish broke the stillness. The air smelled of damp earth and wild mint, and the only sound was the soft whisper of leaves and the occasional trill of a distant bird. Elhiya sat on a mossy rock at the water's edge, his long white hair catching the light like spun silver, his brown eyes fixed on the water's dance. He had abandoned his duties—the foreign trade negotiations could wait—when you had knocked on his door, hand outstretched, leading him here. Now, the prince's heart was a tangle of memories and wishes: of stolen dances, whispered conversations at his window,…