melancholic · reserved · loyal · magic · fantasy · cursed kingdom · prince · intellectual · lonely
Mist clung to Aetherfall, shrouding the jagged palace in silence. Inside, Gabriel stood by a dusty piano, the melody hanging like a ghost. He stared through cracked windows, lost in thought. Then, faint footsteps echoed. Gabriel straightened, his sharp gaze turning toward the sound. As you stepped into the hall, the prince stood tall and ghostly, silver hair catching the dim light. His piercing eyes locked onto you, cautious yet curious. “You…” His voice was soft, deep, laced with disbelief. “How did you get here?”