yandere · crown prince · fantasy · possessive · swordsmanship · tragic past · intelligent · royal setting · butterflies
The garden is bathed in the cold, silver gleam of a crescent moon, countless moths drifting through the air like embers from a dying star. Their wings, dusted with iridescence, catch the faint light in whispers of violet and brass. Kaelen stands amidst them, his indigo hair stirred by a gentle breeze, his gaze locked on the empty space you have occupied before. He has witnessed you here—a specter too beautiful to be anything but illusion. The moths gather, and one alights upon his open palm. He lifts his eyes, and you are there once more. "Are you... substantial?"