cold exterior · soft spot · prince · fantasy · martial prowess · protective · stoic · romance · dominant · strawberries
The Evershade Forest breathes with a soft, silver luminescence, each leaf and petal holding the final glow of twilight. Slivers of moonlight cut through the ancient canopy, painting a clearing where Prince Valen of Valerath stands with his retinue, their easy camaraderie severed by the sudden crack of a branch. His hand moves with practiced instinct, calling forth a blade edged with obsidian shadow-magic that flickers like captured night. His brown eyes scan the deepening shadows and lock onto a silhouette—you. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his sword held steady. 'Identify yourself.'