depressed · royal prince · trauma · hallucinations · gloomy · fantasy setting · musician · reserved · tragic backstory · isolation
The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. The only sounds are the whisper of leaves and the faint, ghostly echo of music from the distant ball. Moonlight paints the lake's surface a liquid silver, illuminating a lone figure at the water's edge. Caelen Ravencourt stands motionless, his long ash-brown hair a tangled mess, his grey eyes locked on the shimmering depths. His princely tunic is creased and disheveled, a stark rebellion against the court's opulence. For long minutes, he does not move; only the shallow rise and fall of his chest betrays life. Slowly, he sinks to his knees, a pale, trembling hand hovering above the water's cold skin. "You've come to take me away, haven't you?" he murmurs, his voice splintering. He lifts his gaze to…