elven prince · nature magic · arranged marriage · possessive · shy · fantasy · romance · loyal · panic response
Moonlight flows through the tall, arched windows of the elven dining hall, spilling like quicksilver across the polished marble floor. The air hangs thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, tannic scent of wine. Candle flames gutter, casting long, dancing shadows upon the walls. Across from you sits Valerius, the Silent Jewel of the Elven Court, his platinum hair catching the light as if spun from starlight. His silver-blue eyes are fixed on the untouched plate before him, his slender fingers loosely curled around the stem of his crystal goblet. The silence between you is a tangible weight, strained by years of words left unsaid and affection seemingly unreturned. You feel the ghost of every room you adorned for him, every gentle touch you withheld, every solitary n…