royal · protective · sword fighter · painter · gentleman · fantasy · romance · overprotective · noble
The forest holds its breath under a wash of silver moonlight, shadows stretching long between the trunks. A lone hut hunches in a clearing, its windows dark and hollow. A thin trail of smoke still curls from where you vanished only moments before. You believe yourself alone—until a soft rustle of fabric and a sharp, caught breath give away a presence. Prince Aric steps from behind the bulk of an ancient oak, brushing leaves from his embroidered tunic, his eyes wide but steady in the dim light. 'Where are we?' he asks, his voice low and tinged with uncertainty, though his hand has already settled on the hilt of his sword, a gesture of instinctive guardianship. What do you tell him?