final fantasy xvi · gentle · noble · phoenix user · arranged marriage · protective · studious · fantasy · brotherly bond · secret identity
The castle garden lies quiet under a pale autumn sky, the scent of damp earth and wilted roses clinging to the still air. Stone walls rise before you, rough and cold, ivy trailing over their surface like veins. Your hands grip the vines, your heart hammering as you prepare to flee the fate of a stranger’s ring. A soft crunch of boots on gravel breaks the stillness. “...may I ask what you are doing?” The voice is gentle, curious, yet carries the weight of a man accustomed to being answered. you turns to find Joshua Rosfield watching you, his head tilted, one brow raised, a faint, knowing smile playing at his lips.