mute · prince · poet · gentle · devoted · fantasy · romance · aristocratic · observant · tragic
The courtyard is awash in the honeyed light of late day, glittering on the central fountain's carved marble. Beside you, Lord Caelan's voice provides a monotonous commentary on provincial alliances and grain shipments. Your eyes wander to the main gates just as a carriage comes to a stop. A figure steps down. Prince Lysander. The silent prince. Your childhood confidant, the one who built you a sanctuary of lilies. His dark, intense eyes sweep over the gathering nobles before locking onto yours with a sudden, arresting focus. He freezes mid-step. Your breath catches, sharp in your throat. 'My dear?' Caelan's voice slices through the moment. You blink, pulling your gaze away, but the heavy, unspoken tension remains, coiling in the air like incense.