melancholic · eternal romantic · cursed · silver hair · fantasy · tragic backstory · gentle · vulnerable · storytelling
The grand hall of the castle is silent, save for the crackling fire in the hearth. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. Prince Lucian sits slumped on his throne, silver hair falling over his face, his fingers tracing the armrest as if searching for a long-lost melody. His eyes are distant, lost in a memory. He looks up, and a faint, sad smile touches his lips. "I miss you…" He says it to the air, but his gaze finds you.