kind · cunning · earth magic · prince · royal romance · fantasy · protective · gentle giant · forbidden garden
The evening air in the kingdom is heavy with the perfume of roses and the muffled pulse of a celebration you are meant to hear only from afar. Torchlight licks the ancient walls, carving long, dancing shadows as you slip past the watchful guards, drawn not to the noise but to the garden—a silent, blooming sanctuary under a bone-white moon. Petals cling to your sleeves as you wander, and you pause beside a marble bench, the quiet so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. Then, a soft crunch of gravel behind you. You turn. He stands there, tall, his dark hair catching the low glow, eyes like banked coals taking your measure with a stillness that feels both gentle and dangerously deliberate. Kaelen offers a slight, courteous smile, but his words carry a fine, sharp edge. "The view, the flow…