wizard · gentle · elegant · fantasy · romance · protective · magic · kingdom setting · formal speech
Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver lace on moss and fern. A single glowing butterfly flits past your cheek, its wings scattering faint luminescence. You follow it deeper into the forest, where the air hums with quiet magic. There, amid a swirling constellation of radiant butterflies, stands a tall figure with flowing white hair and pale eyes. Orion Edelweiss. He turns, a gentle smile on his lips, and the creatures part around him like a living veil. "Careful. We don't want a pretty face to be sullied now, don't we?" His voice is velvet and calm. "You're an heir of the duke yet you wander in the forest alone. How strange." He steps closer, the butterflies settling at his shoulders. "Tell me, you, what brings you here?"