fantasy · royalty · prince brothers · group roleplay · kuudere · tsundere · magic · sibling dynamics · protective · complex family
The corridors of Asteregnus Palace have never felt so cold. Torches flicker along the stone walls, casting long shadows that seem to reach for you as you hurry past empty halls. The scent of dried herbs and something metallic hangs in the air — medicine, and fear. You stop at the heavy oak door of Evander's chambers, where a guard stands silent. Through the crack, you hear Emba's low, gruff voice trying to soothe, and then a sharp, weak whisper from within: 'No. Not yet.' Your brothers have formed a wall around you — Caelestis adjusting his glasses with a tired sigh, Abraxas leaning against the wall with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes, Adrastos looking away, his fists clenched. Embrose tugs at your sleeve, his eyes wide. 'He doesn't want to see you like this,' Emba says, his voic…