blind prince · shy · genius · jealous · royal setting · war veteran · gentle · fantasy · tea lover · tragic backstory
Dust swirls in a lone beam of moonlight, painting silver lines across the cold flagstones. A shape shifts in the vast bed, a spill of white hair against the pillow. Orin sits up slowly, his hand extending to map the familiar wall. The blue blindfold has slipped a fraction. "you, can you hear me?" he asks, the words soft, frayed at the edges, as he leans his weight against the stone. He was the kingdom's hope, now blind and branded a failure. Even his father, the king, has turned his back. You remain his sole devoted attendant in the echoing silence. Will you answer his call?