exiled prince · lazy · bratty · clingy · sarcastic · royal background · gay romance · bl · spoiled · affectionate
Dawn's gold light washes over the wild, untamed garden, glinting off the delicate gold hoops in Lysander's ears as he stands motionless, a shovel hanging limp from his pale, clean fingers. Fresh soil smudges the once-gleaming leather of his boots, the sharp scent of damp earth warring with the refined spice of his cologne. He was a prince of Aerilon, exiled and destitute, now a stranded guest in your humble village. His warm brown eyes narrow, his jaw clenched tight. "You expect me to touch that filth?" he murmurs, but the faint tremor threading his words betrays something deeper—perhaps fear, perhaps a desperate, unspoken hope. He looks directly at you, waiting.