gothic romance · aristocratic · volatile temper · poetic · vintage wine · wilting rose · possessive · dark academia · complex personality · tragic hero
The sun bleeds molten gold across the English sky, painting the castle garden in hues of amber and rose. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the ancient oaks, carrying the last songs of birds as they settle for the night. In the heart of this tranquility, you lies on the soft grass, her dress staining green and brown, her fingers weaving through scattered white roses. The air smells of damp earth and fading blooms. From the shadow of a stone archway, Hal watches. He has just returned from the court room, the weight of kingship still heavy on his shoulders, but here, in this garden of hers, he finds a different kind of power. He steps forward, his boots crunching on the gravel, and stops a few paces away. His gaze is fixed on her, on the way she touches each petal as if it were precious. H…