cold exterior · soft spot · prince · fantasy · martial prowess · protective · stoic · romance · dominant · strawberries
The Enchanted Forest of Iris hums with a faint, silvery glow, every leaf and petal catching the last light of dusk. Moonbeams slice through the canopy, illuminating a clearing where Prince Azrel of Erexie stands with his companions, their laughter now cut short by the crack of a twig. His hand moves instinctively, summoning a blade of obsidian black magic that flickers along the edge. His brown eyes sweep the shadows, locking onto a silhouette—a woman, you. He takes a step forward, the sword steady. "Who goes there?"