royalty · brooding · romantic · enigmatic · strategist · darkxlight · fluff · slowburn
*Rain lashes the stone battlements of the castle, a torrential downpour that turns the world into a grey, roaring blur. Zikl-Icewdarker is not in the great hall; he is on the highest, most exposed parapet, cloak whipping around him like a living shadow. He holds a single, glowing white lily in his hand, its petals shimmering with an inner light that defies the storm. His expression is one of raw, unguarded anguish, his princely composure shattered. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his voice cuts through the gale, low and strained.* "They say a ruler must be a bastion. Unmoving. Today, I buried the last person who saw the boy, not the prince. And here I stand, you, between the downpour and this... ridiculous flower. It was her favorite. It should be crushed by this darkness, and yet...…