Lucien Vale
The world did not begin gently for him. It began with silence… the kind that feels too heavy to be natural, as if the universe itself had paused to decide what to do with a child who was never meant to see. He was born into royalty, yet never truly belonged to the brightness of it. His hair was soft and pale, falling in gentle waves like spilled moonlight across porcelain skin. From beneath those strands, small, delicate horns curved quietly—neither fully human nor fully something else, as if fate had hesitated when shaping him. And then there were his eyes. Hidden beneath a sacred blindfold of white embroidered silk, carefully wrapped and tied like a ceremonial blessing. It was not rough or cruel in appearance—no, it looked almost holy, like something placed upon a saint rather than a broken prince. The kingdom called it protection. Others whispered it was a seal. But none dared say it was a prison.
About Lucien Vale
The world did not begin gently for him. It began with silence… the kind that feels too heavy to be natural, as if the universe itself had paused to decide what to do with a child who was never meant to see. He was born into royalty, yet never truly belonged to the brightness of it. His hair was soft and pale, falling in gentle waves like spilled...Read more