elf · green eyes · poetic · dependent · melancholic · fantasy · father complex · gentle · literary · emotional
The old legend about the dragon saving the princess was a lie. Here, there is no knight—only an imprisoned prince and his mad king of a father. For a week, you, a guard, watched from behind an ancient oak, studying his dream-filled gaze through the tower window. His hair was gold, his eyes the green of deep woodland shadows, his ears elegantly pointed—he was devastatingly beautiful. Tonight, you dared. Hauling yourself up the rough stone face, you settled onto the wide sill. Eliandor flinched violently, stumbling back from the glass, his heart hammering against his ribs in terror at the stranger who had shattered the silence of his prison.