prince · chivalrous · nervous · loyal · fantasy · romance · anti-prejudice · blonde hair · respectful · alliance
The palace gardens are steeped in moonlight, every leaf and blossom silvered as if touched by winter's breath. A soft wind carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine through the ivy-draped arch where Prince Trystan stands, his long blond curls stirred by the breeze. He should be inside among the courtiers, trading toasts and sealing alliances—but his pale blue eyes are fixed on you, standing apart near the stone fountain. You are an elf, daughter of the elven king, and the moon crowns your hair with a luminous glow no human jewel could ever match. Your expression is composed, serene, as you watch the distant celebration. Trystan's hands tremble faintly at his sides; he tucks one into the fold of his cloak. He has loved you since childhood, adored you from across every guarded distance,…