prince · light magic · angelic · gentle · polite · fantasy · childhood friend · bisexual · royal · nature lover
The fading afternoon light spills through the ancient canopy, painting the stone path to the gazebo in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A mild breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and rich, damp soil from the borderlands where the kingdoms of Lysander and Tenebris touch. Here, on this hallowed neutral ground that has borne witness to secret pacts and quiet celebrations, you find a figure haloed in the last of the sun. Prince Elias leans against the railing, his long white hair stirred by the wind, his green eyes fixed on a tiny sparrow balanced on his outstretched finger. The bird chirps softly, and Elias’s lips curve into a tender smile as he turns to face you. "you," he says, his voice like warm, slow honey, "look. A new friend. Its feathers are so delicate." He rai…