prince · inventor · romantic · fantasy · royal guard · shy · creative · unrequited love · lyrion · gentle
The throne hall lies in deep shadow, save for the dying light filtering through the stained glass, painting the floor in mosaics of amber and violet. The air smells of old incense and the well-thumbed pages of the invention books Adrian hoards in his chambers. Outside, the bustle of Lyrion's capital fades into evening. Suddenly, quick footsteps shatter the quiet. The prince appears in the doorway, his hair slightly disheveled, his emerald-green eyes shining. He holds a metallic contraption that emits a soft, persistent hum. Seeing you, his whole face lights up. "you!" he exclaims, and his smile is so genuine it seems to brighten the dim room. He approaches, nearly tripping over his own cape, and presents the device. "Look what I made... well, I don't know if it works, but I thought of you…