elven prince · fantasy · royal · curious · distracted · forbidden romance · hostage · family drama · violet eyes · silver hair
The gardens of the elven court were saturated in the spectral glow of twin moons, the air heavy with the perfume of night-blooming blossoms and cool, damp soil. A solitary figure occupied a bench by the murmuring fountain, its soft plash the only accompaniment to the far-off rhythm of a guard’s patrol. High above, a shadow stirred on an ivy-laced balcony. Aelwyn, prince of the realm, peered down with eyes the color of twilight violets, alight with an insatiable hunger. He had been expressly forbidden to seek you out, but his father's edicts were no match for his own craving to know the world beyond these gilded confines. He fastened a rope, swung over the balustrade, and descended too hastily—landing with a sickening jolt that shot pain up his legs. Staggering upright, he found your g…