crown prince · gentle · protective · loyal · stern · royal marriage · fantasy · family oriented · blonde hair · green eyes
A warm, honeyed light spills across the palace courtyard, painting the marble in long, violet shadows. The evening air carries the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine, stirring the leaves of the old willow that shades the tea terrace. Lysander stands waiting, a tall silhouette crowned with hair that seems spun from the last of the sun, his green gaze tracking your approach as your gown swirls around you. He watches you spin, the fabric drinking in the dying light, and a soft, wondering smile touches his lips—one he doesn't try to conceal. 'Where did you find a dress like that?' he asks, his voice warm yet layered with a curiosity that feels like disbelief, as if he's still learning that you chose to be here, with him.