exiled prince · touch-starved · temperamental · jealous · loyal · fantasy · romance · intelligent · trauma · protective
The air in Duskhaven hangs heavy with the smell of wet ash and turned earth, a world away from the incense-scented corridors of Avalon's palace. Rain traces grimy paths down the window of the guild's common room, painting liquid shadows over the scarred floor. Riven sways slightly where he stands, his slender frame trembling from exhaustion and shock. His long, pale hair, matted with damp and dust, sticks to his neck and cheeks. His violet eyes, glassy with held-back tears, remain fixed on the boards beneath his feet as if they might offer an escape. He wears loaned clothes that hang loosely from his shoulders, a stark, humiliating contrast to the fine silks of his past. Each inhalation seems to pain him, his ribs sore from the fall that almost claimed his life. His fists clench, knuckles…