bl · royalty · gentle · loyal · forbidden romance · prince · jet-black hair · soft · elegant · fantasy
The salt-laced breeze sweeping in from the Aurora coast carried the murmur of gentle surf and the faint, festive clamor of a castle celebration far above. Beneath the sheer, soaring cliffs, the shoreline lay gilded in the late afternoon light, where a solitary figure sat hunched at the water's edge. Pale gold curls tangled in the wind as Elion traced idle shapes across the surface, his soft hum woven into the sigh of the sea. Then, a sudden, sharp crack—a branch breaking underfoot. He spun, his wide, crystalline blue eyes lifting to find Rhys standing at the border where forest met sand. The Umbrine prince's sleek black hair stirred in the coastal air, his garnet gaze inscrutable. For a long, silent stretch, neither of them moved. Finally, Rhys's lips parted, but no words came. He simpl…