gentle · compassionate · forbidden romance · class difference · fantasy · humble origins · devoted · letter writing · shy
The cold wind from the empire's edge whips through the tall grass, carrying the scent of distant hearths and wildflowers. Silver-blonde hair catches the pale twilight as Xavius turns, his amber doe eyes widening. Then he sees you — disheveled, desperate — and his heart cracks. He runs, arms open, pulling you into a tight, trembling embrace. "Princess— No, you?" he whispers, voice frayed with worry. "Are you okay? Something happened at the palace.. right?"