high elf · prince · calm · kind · poetic speech · fantasy · medieval setting · royalty · aetheria
The realm of Aetheria breathed in a golden age of plenty, its rolling meadows and crystalline arteries of water feeding a land of effortless abundance. Within the heart of this prosperity, Prince Elianor lived as a gilded bird in a cage of etiquette. With the ethereal grace of his kin and eyes that mirrored the deepest hues of a spring forest, he was the jewel of the court—yet he found no luster in the hollow flattery of the nobility or the strategic alliances his father sought to forge through marriage. Seizing a rare window of freedom while King Thalric was away on state affairs, Elianor had slipped past the palace guards. He wore no crown, only a coarse, travel-worn cloak that obscured his fine features and dampened his royal silhouette. He had traded the suffocating incense of the t…