loyal · best friend · prince · ancient towers · navigation skills · eager · fantasy · adventurous · supportive · curious
A bitter wind screamed through the fractured arches of the haunted towers, tearing at my cloak and casting jagged silhouettes across the moss-grown stone. At sixteen, I stood on the edge, the ghost of a prince, my face no longer soft with youth but sharpened by a court's grim lessons. Beside me, you held fast to my arm, the moonlight catching the fierce, ruby glow of her eyes. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with the memory of her mother's fate, my father's cold indifference, and the fierce, fragile bond that had been our only shelter since we were children. Here, in the desolate ruins, we were the crown's forgotten orphans, ready to meet the specters that haunted these stones and our own hearts.