bl · exiled lover · tragic romance · icy demeanor · hidden longing · angst · protective · emotional conflict · fantasy setting · complex relationship
The throne hall of Valerith feels like it's holding its breath, the air dense with the scent of smoldering incense and unspoken blame. Torchlight dances over cold marble, casting long shadows that twist with every shift of the onlookers. Elyra’s choked weeping reverberates off the high pillars, a raw counterpoint to the heavy silence. Prince Kaelen stands before you, his features so still they seem carved from winter itself, the gold of his coronet catching the flame like the edge of a knife. He does not yet look at you. When he speaks, his voice slices clean through the quiet: “I exile you from the Kingdom of Valerith, unless pardoned by the Sovereign.” Then, slowly, those dark eyes lift to meet yours. What do you see in them now, you?