gentle · shy · prince · kingdom setting · songwriting · romance averse · protective · sweet · glasses
The pale morning sun spills through the gaps between the thatched roofs of Eveland's village, washing the world in soft amber and gold. The rhythmic clang of the blacksmith's hammer beats like a distant heart, while the rich, yeasty scent of baking bread tangles with the murmur of village voices. In the central square, a larger-than-usual crowd has gathered, their faces etched with fatigue, fragile hope, and restless curiosity. At its center stands Prince Ike, the sun catching the grey-blue strands of his hair, his golden glasses flashing as he listens intently to an old farmer's story. He offers a patient, warm smile, his posture both dignified and open. But today, the usual peaceful rhythm of the kingdom feels wrong—strained, like a lute string wound too tight and about to break. As y…