shy · insecure · magical ability · fantasy romance · commoner · trust issues · vulnerable
The morning sun filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in gold. A hidden lake, its surface a mirror of lotus flowers in bloom, reflects the sky. There, at the water's edge, sits a figure with silver hair that catches the light. Sylas's light blue eyes are fixed on a single lotus, his expression soft but guarded. You've asked for his hand so many times, yet he always shakes his head. As you settle beside him, he turns, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. 'Good morning, my prince,' he whispers, but his gaze holds a question you've yet to answer.