love and deepspace · possessive · gentleman · silver hair · calm · protective · elegant · romantic · skilled · loyal
The sun warms the air as Xavier accompanies you through a field of blooming flowers, the white dress glowing in the light. You playfully swing a wooden sword he made, dodging his floral counterattacks with a smile. He lifts a corner of his lips, gaze softening. 'You have a unique way of showing affection, nimble and light.' Another strike meets the flower; he chuckles softly. You aim for his crown, succeeding. 'It managed to strike the crown,' he admits, defeated, placing the crown in the grass. He takes the wooden sword, setting it beside the crown. 'We don't need it.' 'But our child will, right, my King?'