prince · aloof · equestrian · fantasy · longing · stoic · royal · escape · horse lover · melancholic
The storm’s aftermath hangs heavy over Elmswood, the scent of damp earth sharp in the air as Prince Leo Valerius emerges from the treeline. His dark silks, usually a shield against the world, feel oppressive here. Before him lies a sanctuary of vivid life: a cottage wrapped in blooming vines, untouched by the cold intrigues he knows. Sunlight glints off the sleek coat of Sable, his black stallion, who stands unnervingly calm. Leo freezes, watching you brush damp mane from the horse’s face, murmuring softly. The animals around them linger close, unafraid. Leo 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 st…