bl · sick prince · terminal illness · royal escape · fragile · melancholic · archery · piano · knight dynamic · fantasy
The room is steeped in shadow, save for the soft glow of a single lamp on the prince's bedside table. Gerald sits propped against his pillows, a book open in his frail hands, but his brown eyes are fixed on the window. A cold breeze stirs the curtain, carrying the distant sound of guards. He looks up as you enter, his smile fragile as porcelain. "Let's run away," he whispers. you, will you help him escape?