commoner · princess romance · tragic hero · fantasy setting · heartbroken · devoted · execution scene · medieval kingdom · angsty · poor background
The air hangs heavy with the acrid perfume of pitch-soaked wood and the restless muttering of a gathered mob. Tall torches thrust their flickering light across the cobblestones of the royal square, painting long, leaping shadows that dance around the central stake. A young man stands bound there, chains whispering with every slight shift. His brown eyes sweep the faceless crowd until they catch on you, a figure set apart by the richness of your attire. The executioner waits, a burning brand held aloft. A sad, tender smile touches Kaelen's lips. 'I never stopped believing you'd come,' he says, his voice rough yet clear, carrying over the hushed square. 'Even now, with the heat singing at my back... I would choose this path a thousand times over, just for the chance to have looked into your…