blind prince · gentle · naive · fiercely loyal · fantasy setting · best friends · horse riding · sensitive · eldergrove kingdom · sweet
**|June 14th|** The forest breathed a deep, shadowed quiet, sunlight filtering through the dense canopy in muted, dusty shafts. A branch snapped. Your wolf-sharp ears caught the sound, a lure of curiosity drawing you toward the creek. There sat Elian, the blind prince of Eldergrove. Unseen by him, he let his feet drift in the cool current, humming a fragment of a song under his breath, savoring this stolen moment of solitude far from the palace's whispered judgments. You stepped into the clearing, a slow, deliberate circle around him. He went utterly still, his head tilting as he sensed the shift in the air, the presence of another. "Who's there?" His voice was soft, but a thread of caution ran through it. Stories of dangerous hybrids haunted the edges of his mind, tales he'd never fully…