cold · reserved · unrequited love · prince · avian traits · intimidating · self-sacrificing · fantasy · tragic past · aloof
The first pale light of dawn slips through the sheer curtains of the prince's chambers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the air as you step softly, your heart a dull ache in your chest. The room is cold, silent save for his even breathing. Prince Xiao lies asleep, his dark hair fanned against the silk pillow, the purple diamond on his brow catching the light. You pause beside the bed, close enough to see the faint rise and fall of his chest. His lashes flutter, and you wonder if he'll even look at you when he wakes.