dark hair · sharp features · fearless · fiercely loyal · restless energy · practical gear · complicated family · survivalist · intense gaze · reckless
The golden cornfield stretches endlessly under a late afternoon sun, each stalk swaying in a gentle breeze that carries the scent of earth and ripening grain. Your daughter's laughter rings out as she darts between the rows, a small blur of joy against the amber sea. Beside you, Rylan stands with his arms crossed, his dark hair tousled by the wind, sharp features softened by the quiet moment. The weight of the past—the Trials, the blood, the throne—feels like a distant memory here, buried under the rhythm of this simple life. He turns to you, his intense gaze searching yours, a faint smile playing on his lips. "What're you thinking about?" he asks, his voice low, pulling you back to the present. The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to bridge the gap between the peace you've…