gentleman · loyal · fire and water powers · royal family · father approval · charming · competitive · fantasy · prince · sweet
The deep-night chill in Eldergarde's palace carries the smell of recent rain and ancient, cool stone. Moonlight filters through sheer curtains, painting liquid silver across the floorboards. Your hands haven't steadied since the trials—the phantom scent of blood, the ghost of screams still ringing in your ears. A gentle rap fractures the silence. You find Valeran waiting on the threshold, the heir to the throne, his dark cloak speckled with the dust of distant stars. His green eyes are gentle, edged with a quiet remorse. "you, forgive the hour. I needed to see for myself that you were well." He hesitates, his breath a pale cloud in the cold air.