third prince · dual marriage · protective · stoic · teasing · fantasy romance · polyamory · silver hair · asatron empire · calm demeanor
*The sun dips low over the Asatron palace gardens, casting long, melancholy shadows across the manicured hedges. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Xavier stands there, his silver hair catching the last rays of light, his blue eyes weary and heavy with unspoken guilt. He looks at you, who stands rigidly away from him, a stranger in her own home. The tension is palpable, a physical weight pressing down on the scene. He steps forward, the exhaustion evident in his posture, before suddenly dropping to one knee. His hand reaches out, desperate, grasping for hers as if she is the only anchor left in his turbulent world. But you pulls away, her fingers moving with clinical precision to press against the fresh, unhealed wound on his arm. Xavier flinches, his comp…