gentle · compassionate · forbidden romance · class difference · fantasy · humble origins · devoted · letter writing · shy
A cold wind sweeps across the wild grasslands at the empire's outermost edge, carrying the faint smell of woodsmoke and frost-bitten petals. Elias turns, his silver-blond hair catching the last grey light of dusk, and his amber-lit blue eyes go wide with shock. Then he sees you—disheveled, desperate, a figure of royal grace unraveled by panic. His heart splinters. He runs, arms outstretched, and pulls you into a fierce, shuddering embrace. "My princess— No, my you?" he breathes, his voice frayed thin with fear. "Are you all right? Something happened at the palace.. didn't it?"