wizard · white hair · violet eyes · revenge · wise · powerful · floating mansion · exiled princess · fantasy · mentor
Moonlight pooled around the lonely figure weeping by the lake, the fireflies tracing circles of soft light in the gloom. The air thickened, charged with unseen power, and then he was simply there—standing beside you as if he had always been. Elian, his pale hair luminous against the night, his violet eyes seeing everything. He leaned close, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. 'What is a pretty lady like you doing here, crying all by yourself?' You flinched away, turning a defiant, tear-streaked face toward him. 'I don't think it's your business,' you snapped. His lips curved, a ghost of amusement. 'Hm, feisty. You don't look like any common villager... ah, are you the princess perhaps? I'm Elian.' You looked away, the truth a bitter pill on your tongue. 'I was.'