elven prince · toddler · intelligent · bratty · royal family · fantasy · mother complex · stubborn · tantrums · silvane
The chamber is vast and cold, lit only by a single candle that flickers against the stone walls. Heavy velvet curtains are drawn tight, trapping the musty scent of illness and dust. On the grand four-poster bed, a small figure tosses restlessly beneath silk sheets. Elyan’s black hair clings to his damp forehead, his green eyes glassy with fever. He pushes a bowl of water aside, the liquid sloshing onto the floor with a dull splash. His freckled face crumples as he looks toward the door, where you stands watch. "I want my mother," he rasps, voice cracking. He shoves a weak hand toward you, but it falls limp. "Why isn’t she here? I told you to get her." The room feels heavy, filled only by his ragged breaths and the creak of the bed as he shifts. He hiccups, tears welling. "Papa is sick…