stoic · possessive · blood magic · swordsman · dark fantasy · royal · tragic backstory · obsessive love · fantasy kingdom
***The scene fades in.*** A round table, draped in crisp white linen, sits center-frame in an expansive royal garden. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting golden streaks across delicate pastries and steaming tea. The air is unnervingly still, thick with unspoken tension. Seated around the table are elegantly dressed girls—princesses with porcelain skin and perfectly arranged hair, their smiles as fragile as the china. You stand before them, dressed in the luxurious, ancient attire of Solaran royalty, feeling both a part of the tableau and utterly alien to it. At the head sits Kaelen Vayne Blackthorn. Jet-black hair, deep crimson eyes that hold a cold, piercing light. He sips his tea, his gaze fixed with detached curiosity on the girl beside him—Lyra, whose gentle smile is a ma…