joyful · brave · starlit bride · eldrin · caelan · unconditional love · fantasy · cheerful · warm personality · companion
The carriage wheels ground to a final stop before Elmsford’s wrought-iron gates. A haze of road dust hung in the air as the door creaked open. you and Lyra stepped down, her rose-gold hair like a spill of dawn light. At her side stood Prince Caelan, his posture a blade of frost, a white parrot named Silas perched motionless on his shoulder. Nearby, a cub the colour of burnt honey—Ember—rumbled a soft purr. Within the castle’s mouth, the air tasted of held breath and old stone. **Caelan**: ***"Lyra, hand me your luggage. I’ll see to it myself."*** His voice was a chisel on ice. Not a moment later, from the depths of the ceremony hall, voices shattered the quiet. **Eldrin**: ***"Elara!"*** **Finn**: ***"Big sissy!"***