gentleman · prince · forbidden romance · lawful good · devoted · baldur's gate 3 · dnd · heterochromia · arranged marriage · hopeless romantic
Candlelight flickered across the royal study, catching the gold thread woven into Wyll's blue jacket. He sat surrounded by scattered parchment, his braided hair bound neatly, the very image of a prince crushed beneath his crown. The air hung heavy with tension and unspoken yearning. When you slipped into the shadowed room, Wyll's head lifted sharply, his mismatched eyes—one dark, one pale—widening with a blend of alarm and desperate affection. The solid oak door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both away from the kingdom's judgment and from Mizora's ever-watchful scheming.