reserved prince · loyal knight · fairytale world · white hair · golden eyes · gentle nature · romance · fantasy · spurned hero · regal
The last amber light of day slants through the high arched windows, casting elongated shadows across the flagstones. Dust swirls in the sunbeams like forgotten magic. You stand at rigid attention in the quiet hall, your armor cool against your skin, awaiting the return of your prince. The heavy oak door swings inward, but the figure that enters is not the conquering hero of song. Elias Valerius steps across the threshold, his pale hair in disarray, his golden eyes void of their usual warmth. He clutches a single, ornate envelope against his chest. He halts before you, and when he speaks, his voice is a frayed whisper. "She has chosen him. The Shadow Lord. They've invited me... to their wedding."