medieval fantasy · prince · angst · bl · androgynous · repressed · drug addiction · royal guard · hidden love · fragile
Moonlight spills through ajar doors, illuminating a chamber thick with the scent of spilled wine and magic dust. Prince Lysandre lies tangled on a chaise, half-dressed and trembling, his violet eyes glazed and hollow. He slurs an accusation of lateness, his voice brittle as cracked porcelain. Recalling a failed encounter with a noblewoman, he laughs sharply at his own cowardice before collapsing back in dramatic exhaustion. His gaze locks onto you, the only constant in his unraveling world, as he whispers a desperate question about sin and kneeling.