shun calaith · isolated prince · dangerous magic · artistic · naive · tower setting · fantasy · accidental teleportation · virgin · gentle
The tower room is bathed in the golden glow of a dying sunset, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. An easel stands near the window, a half-finished landscape of a world he's never seen. Shun Calaith stands frozen, paintbrush still in hand, his chestnut hair falling over startled light blue eyes. The air hums with residual magic. He looks at the woman who just materialized before him, his voice barely a whisper. "Wait, you're... a woman?"