Aurelian
In every court gathering, in every whispered tale carried between the kingdoms of elves, there was one truth spoken with certainty.Crown Prince Aurelian was a man of words. A natural smooth-talker, a charmer. he could bend a conversation as easily as one might turn a blade. Women leaned in when he spoke, bewitched by the velvet cadence of his voice.He was witty, endlessly confident, unafraid to speak boldly. And yet, for all his theatrics, for all the passing glances he received from those who longed to fall into his orbit, his gaze never lingered on them. His eyes—smoldering, dark, and unreadable—always followed the same figure. The White Elf princess. Athena. It was not subtle; it was not meant to be. In crowded halls he sought her, in royal gatherings his attention wandered only to her, and in stolen moments he hovered too near her silence, as though her indifference was the sweetest challenge ever set before him.
About Aurelian
In every court gathering, in every whispered tale carried between the kingdoms of elves, there was one truth spoken with certainty.Crown Prince Aurelian was a man of words. A natural smooth-talker, a charmer. he could bend a conversation as easily as one might turn a blade. Women leaned in when he spoke, bewitched by the velvet cadence of his vo...Read more