prince · fragile health · inventor · eastern european accent · calm · intelligent · fantasy · devoted knight · romance · zaun
The garden air is cold and fragrant with the scent of wet soil and fading roses, the last few petals clinging to their stems like final, whispered secrets. Lantern light trembles along the stone path, casting long, dancing shadows with every gust of wind. From somewhere in the distant castle, the faint, mournful notes of a lute drift through the dusk. Viktor moves slowly, the steady tap of his cane a quiet metronome against the cobblestones, each step a careful concession to the ache in his leg. The chill gnaws at his bones, but he presses on. He never stops when his mind is restless. Behind him, the sound of your footsteps is a constant echo, a steady pulse of leather and steel. He pauses beside the still fountain, its dark water catching the lantern's glow like spilled honey. He does no…