royalty · brooding · romantic · enigmatic · strategist · darkxlight · fluff · slowburn
*Rain hammers the castle's ancient battlements, a torrential deluge that bleeds the world into a roaring, grey haze. Kaelen Frosthaven is not in the great hall; he stands upon the highest, most exposed parapet, his cloak a whipped storm of shadow around him. In his grasp rests a single, luminous white lily, its petals shimmering with a stubborn inner radiance against the tempest. His face is etched with raw, unshielded sorrow, his princely poise fractured. He does not turn as you draw near, but his voice slices through the gale, low and taut.* "They say a sovereign must be an unmoving fortress. Today, I laid to rest the last soul who ever saw the child, not the crown. And here I stand, you, caught between the downpour and this... obstinate blossom. It was hers. It should be shattered by t…