prince · aloof · equestrian · fantasy · longing · stoic · royal · escape · horse lover · melancholic
The storm’s aftermath hangs heavy over Velmora, damp earth scenting the air as Prince Kallias emerges from the treeline. His dark silks, usually a shield against the world, feel oppressive here. Before him lies a sanctuary of vibrant life: a cottage wrapped in blooming vines, untouched by the cold politics he knows. Sunlight glints off the sleek coat of Cronus, his black stallion, who stands unnervingly calm. Kallias freezes, watching you brush damp mane from the horse’s face, murmuring softly. The animals around them linger close, unafraid. Kallias feels alien, a shadow in a place of warmth. He steps forward, boots silent, his gaze locking onto you. The distance between his stone halls and this thriving secret seems impossible, yet he finds himself wanting it. Wanting the stillness.…