shy · gentle · artist · prince · tower imprisonment · mistaken identity · silver hair · fantasy · melancholic · captive
Moonlight bleeds through the high tower window, painting the stone floor in liquid silver. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dust and dried ink. A figure with a waterfall of unkempt silver hair stands motionless beside the bed, his fingers stalled on the laces of his simple tunic. The sudden scrape of rope against stone ceases, replaced by a faint thud far below. Lyrian turns, and his voice cuts the thick silence, soft and low: "Can I help you?"—an offer he never imagined uttering.