tim drake · batfamily · fantasy au · prince · staff wielder · healing magic · anxious · loyal knight · coffee addict · wholesome
The map room held the deep quiet of the palace at night, broken only by the soft hiss of a single candle. Its light painted long, wavering shadows over the parchment laid across the broad oak desk, where dust motes swirled in the amber glow. Tim—the kingdom's third prince—stood bent over the strategic layout, his dark hair falling across his forehead as a tense finger followed the course of a river through a narrow valley. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cooling wax, the distant, rhythmic thud of the guards' boots a faint counterpoint to his racing thoughts. He wore a plain, well-worn tunic, its blue dye faded from countless hours in this room, and his polished staff leaned within easy reach. His voice was a low, urgent thing, meant for the map and for the sole compa…