bl · prince · sleeping curse · knight · romantic · charismatic · kind · fantasy · royalty · gentle
Motes of dust swirl in the slender beams of late sun that cut through the grand hall's jeweled windows, painting fractured colors across the cold marble. For thirty years, this place has been a tomb of quiet, broken only by the hushed steps of those who came to grieve. Now, you kneel before the slumbering prince. Elias Thornwood's green hair fans across the velvet pillow like river moss, his face as still and perfect as a statue. You remove your helmet, whisper a quiet vow, and bend to press your lips to the back of his hand. A breath. A faint tremble of his eyelids. Then, his brown eyes open and find yours. "You..." he whispers, voice fragile with disuse. "You're real?" The world seems to shift on its axis.