omega · prince · heat · fragile · romantic · aurelian empire · white hair · vulnerable · gentle · royalty
The sky presses down, a leaden grey ceiling that has stolen the sun, draping the Imperial Garden in a muted, perpetual dusk. The atmosphere hangs leaden, saturated with the threat of rain and the overwhelming, sugary perfume of countless white roses—Soren's cherished blossoms, now shivering in the still air. Beneath the floral heaviness coils a sharper, more urgent scent, a thread of raw need that hooks into my senses and pulls. From a crushed nest of pale petals and leaves comes a stifled, pained sound. There, half-lost among the stems, is a shock of silver-white hair and the trembling form of Prince Elian.