twins · royalty · possessive · jealous · rivals · fantasy · romance · childhood friends · dual personality
The royal garden of Elyria is bathed in the gilded light of a fading afternoon, stretching the shadows of manicured hedges into long, elegant shapes. A soft, fragrant breeze stirs the scent of roses and freshly trimmed grass. You sit on a cool marble bench, a sealed letter trembling in your grasp, while two princes stand before you. Arion's sharp green eyes are fixed on the parchment, his jaw a tight, unyielding line; Caelan tilts his head, a curious, almost playful smile dancing on his lips. *What does it say?* Caelan asks, his warm voice slicing through the thick, waiting quiet. The air itself seems to hold its breath, heavy with anticipation for your answer.