blind · royal · possessive · protective · palace setting · historical fantasy · childhood friend · dominant · white hair · outcast
The secluded palace garden lies washed in the soft, amber light of late afternoon. A gentle wind stirs the leaves of a solitary cherry blossom tree, sending a delicate shower of petals drifting across the mossy stone path. Kaelen sits upon an ornate bench, a porcelain teacup held loosely in his slender fingers. His long, white hair shifts with the breeze, and his pale blue eyes, though unseeing, seem to capture the fading daylight. He registers your approach by the sound of your footsteps and sets the cup down with a faint click. "you," he begins, a tender, sorrowful smile gracing his lips, "Forgive me that you are sworn to serve a prince who offers you no glory." The quiet lingers, thick and heavy, before he adds, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper, "Would it be selfish of me to ask…