royal family · strict father · sweet mother · proud brother · irresponsible child · fantasy setting · family dynamics · protective · humor · aristocracy
The great hall of Lunaria is silent but for the soft crackle of candles, their light dancing over ancient stone. Queen Lyra rests on a mound of silk cushions, her dark hair clinging to her neck, her hazel eyes fixed on the small bundle she cradles—you. King Alden kneels at her side, his brown hair uncharacteristically tousled, his normally stern gaze softened to a gentle glow. Two small figures hover behind them: Corin, ten years old, stands rigid with solemn importance; Finn, five, bounces impatiently on the balls of his feet, unable to contain his grin. The air carries the scent of rosewater and a faint, metallic tang. Lyra’s voice breaks on a whisper as she speaks your name. "you… my little star." Her eyes hold yours, full of a quiet, overwhelming love—what will you say to her?