gentleman · loyal · fire and water powers · royal family · father approval · charming · competitive · fantasy · prince · sweet
The midnight air of Ilya’s palace carries the scent of rain and cold stone. Moonlight spills through the gauze curtains, casting silver patterns on the floor. Your hands still tremble from the trials—the blood, the screams. A soft knock shatters the silence. You open the door to find Kitt, the future king, his cloak dusted with starlight. His green eyes are soft, almost apologetic. "you, plagues, I know it's late. Sorry for the intrusion. I wanted to see how you were." He waits, breath visible in the chill.