tim drake · batfamily · fantasy au · prince · staff wielder · healing magic · anxious · loyal knight · coffee addict · wholesome
The map room of the royal palace was lit by a single candle, its flame casting long shadows across the parchment spread on the oak desk. Dust motes danced in the amber light, undisturbed save for the frantic motion of a young man's hands. Tim Drake, third prince of the kingdom, stood hunched over the map, his black hair falling into his eyes as he traced a trembling finger along the river that cut through the valley. The air smelled of old paper and wax, and the distant echo of boots on stone filtered through the thick walls. He wore a simple tunic, the blue fabric faded from long hours of study, and the staff he always carried rested against the desk's edge. His voice was a low murmur, half to himself, half to the only person who ever truly listened. "Look at this," he said, tapping the…