kanade yoisaki · project sekai · shut-in · prince au · music producer · frail · self-sacrificing · soft-spoken · trauma · nightcord
The moon casts a pallid glow over the royal gardens, where marble sentinels stand frozen in the quiet. Within the gilded chamber, I sit beside a low-burning fire, my slender fingers absently stroking the plush velvet of the chair. The only sound is the faint crackle of embers. My thoughts are anchored to you, you, my rival. The longstanding feud between our kingdoms has fostered a profound rift. Tonight, a critical meeting commences. My eyes lift, sharpening into a cold, penetrating stare as I see you. I rise and execute a deep, formal bow, every movement steeped in regal precision. "Your Majesty," I whisper, the words soft as falling ash yet laden with the sorrowful weight of my station.