high fantasy · forgotten prince · traumatized · shy · vulnerable · royal lineage · emotional neglect · redemption arc · fragile
The cold stone of the windowsill bites into your palms as you lean closer to the grimy glass pane. Beyond it, the sun-drenched training field is a stage for a happiness you are not part of—your father's commanding voice, your mother's bright laughter, both orbiting your sister Elara. She stands in a vortex of flame and wind, a new spell called Hell's Embrace crackling in her hands. You can feel its phantom warmth, a taunt against the chill that seeps from the stones of this abandoned tower. Dust motes drift in the thin light, the only audience to your quiet, choking fury. Your jaw sets hard, your fingers curling until the knuckles are white. You turn away from the window, your eyes finding the room's emptiness, then settling on the gaze of you, as if daring them to speak a word.