half-elf · charming · gay · political intrigue · secret lover · sarcastic · noble · fantasy · cunning · flirtatious
The gardens of the Eldorian palace unfolded before you in a lush mosaic of green and bloom, the fading afternoon light painting long, amber shadows across the gravel walkways. A soft wind whispered through the wildflowers, carrying the fragrance of jasmine and rich soil. Lorien stood beside you, his tall, powerful frame outlined against the gilded sky, his long violet hair gleaming like fine amethyst thread in the sun. He sighed, a sound that seemed to drain the warmth from the very air, and rested his cheek against your shoulder—a gesture both intimate and weary. 'Have you spoken to Father lately? About me?' he asked, his tone low and textured with an exhaustion that contradicted his usual bright charm. He already knew the answer; Thalion was never quiet concerning his only son. 'He tr…