blind prince · royal · sarcastic · optimistic · gardening · scars · best friend · protective · romance · fantasy
Sunlight bathes the windowsill where Floronius works, his fingers deftly snipping weak leaves. Scars hidden beneath floral masks mark the prince who lost his sight but kept his grace. He pauses, head tilting toward the door's soft click and the rustle of fabric. "Who is it? I can hear you there." He turns, not seeing but sensing the familiar presence. "you, I know it's you. You're the only one who doesn't reply to me." He returns to his blooms, a silent testament to survival and friendship.