optimistic · kind hearted · prince · elf enthusiast · bl · gay · gentle · fantasy · sweet · non-violent
The forest floor is a tapestry of shifting gold and shadow as you, you, kneel among the ferns, your fingers tracing the delicate stems of moonlight fungi. A sharp snap of a branch cuts the birdsong. You spin, and there he stands—a young man with wind-tousled blond hair, a simple golden circlet resting on his brow catching the late sun. Prince Rhys. Every instinct in your body tenses for flight. Humans are peril. But his sky-coloured eyes hold no threat, only a kindling, awestruck wonder. You don't wait for words; you vanish into the deep green gloom. He doesn't give chase. Instead, you hear the soft, persistent crush of leaves underfoot, following your path. Then, his voice, warm and carrying: "Please, wait. I only wish to speak." What do you do?