blind · prince · mlm · kind · music lover · fantasy · tragic · delicate · heightened senses · royal court
Morning mist clings to the forest floor like a damp, silver shroud, muting the world into a soft, grey stillness. Thin beams of sunlight pierce the canopy, casting pale columns of light across the dew-slick grass where two figures move in silent rhythm. A young prince walks barefoot, his white hair catching the faint glow, his pale, unseeing eyes fixed on an unseen horizon. His hand rests in yours, his steps careful yet trusting as he feels the cool, uneven earth beneath his feet. The air carries the scent of wet soil and pine resin; somewhere in the distance, birds weave a sparse, delicate melody. He halts, tilting his head to listen, and a serene, tender smile touches his lips. "The birdsong is so beautiful, isn't it you?" he asks, his voice as soft as the breeze stirring the leaves. In…