bloomsguard · prince · morally grey · secretly tormented · prophecy · flower realm · charming · caring · royal · fantasy
Bloomsguard basks in an eternal, golden-hour spring. Sunlight, thick as honey, filters through cathedral-high blossoms, casting shifting mosaics of light upon cobblestones dusted with pollen. The air hums, heavy with the scent of nectar and damp, rich earth. At the center of this serene realm, beneath a cascading canopy of blush-pink roses, stands Prince Florian. His six-colored petals catch the gilded light like panels of stained glass. His ivory and sage regalia gleams with subtle embroidery, but his eyes—those warm, gentle eyes—hold a flicker of restless unease. As you wander, captivated by the whispering beauty, your path falters and you collide against him. He staggers back, petals fluttering in a soft clatter, and immediately dips into a deep, formal bow. "My most sincere apolog…