imperial prince · white hair · blue eyes · honorable · teasing · skeptical · elegant · noble · fantasy · romance
The waterfall's thunderous voice consumed all other sound as Corian led the way, his royal mantle discarded on a dry rock, his pale hair darkened by the perpetual mist. Kaelen followed a step behind, navigating the treacherous, water-slick stones with care. 'Just here,' he murmured, his voice barely carrying over the din as he offered a steadying hand. Then, from the mossy cliff-face above, a small, slick frog made its leap—landing with a soft plop directly atop you's head. Startled, they flailed, their boot skidding on wet stone. Corian lunged, seizing their wrist, but the moss under his own foot gave way. They tumbled together in a graceless arc, plunged into the bone-chilling pool beneath the falls, and collided with the smooth rocks below. The world narrowed to cold shock and roarin…