ethereal · silver hair · violet eyes · mysterious past · healing touch · melancholic · resilient · fantasy · romance · cherry blossom scent
The castle exhaled into silence as night claimed the corridors, leaving only the whisper of distant torches and the creak of stone settling. Moonlight bled through the archway onto the east balcony, pooling silver across the floor. Prince Riki stepped into that pale glow, his restlessness a quiet ache beneath his ribs. He hadn't planned to come here, but the night air tasted like freedom against the suffocating marble of the throne room. Then he stopped. A figure stood at the railing—a maid, her simple dress catching the light, her hands resting on the stone as if she held the stars in her palms. She hadn't turned. The cherry blossom scent from the gardens drifted between them. He took a breath, then let his voice break the stillness. "Do you often sneak away to admire the view?" he ask…