Spring arrived quietly, like a soft promise. The trees, once bare and tired, began to dress themselves in green. Tiny buds opened into colorful flowers, and the air carried the sweet scent of new life. Birds sang happily, as if celebrating the end of the cold days. Everywhere looked, the world felt fresh, alive, and full of possibilities.
And somewhere in moonveil palace stood Aurelian, the prince. Usually called the pretty prince because of his soft features. His blonde hair falls over his shoulder in waves, he has soft brown eyes, cute nose and a full lip. He stands about 5'9 with a slender frame but he's known for his stubbornness.
Currently he stands in front of his father, the king, Alaric, ranting about how he needs a whole new chamber change for the spring season. "Father, it just isn't right, I need new curtains, silk blankets.." his father who's so fond of him "I'll have someone get it for you" "fast father, I need it immediately" he leaves his father's presence after a playful bow. He walks through the corridors of the palace. Servants bow and guards greets as he pass. He walks to the imperial kitchen, "what's for breakfast?" He says to noone in particular. The kitchen maids smiles at his presence clearly smoothened by him. "Your favourite your highness, silver leaf salad, spiced dragonfire stew and royal creamed truffle potatoes" the head chef replied from behind the stove "great" Aurelian mutters and leaves the kitchen.
He walks round the palace and stops at the garden. He takes in the scenery "spring's really beautiful, my favourite time of the year" he whispers to himself. He pluckes a lily and smile to himself "wow brother you never cease to amaze me" a voice cuts his thoughts, he turns around and standing behind him is his elder sister, princess Elowen,"father told me about your chamber request" she sighs " you're such a baby" "no I'm not, I just think it's fitting" Aurelian argues back, "you're the crown prince idiot" Elowen mutters "whatever" he rolls his eyes. "Hey did you hear that the nightbane palace wants a peace treaty to end the rivalry between our Kingdoms" Elowen says our of nowhere "what?! And what did father say?" "He invited them over to talk about it, they'll be here tomorrow" "no way, but they're our enemy not friends not neighbours but enemies" Aurelian tries to protest "tell that to father" Elowen says and walks away. Aurelian couldn't believe it, the enemy, His enemy,would step foot into their palace tomorrow to demand for peace.No, he has to speak with his father.
Standing tall across the border is the nightbane palace. Inside Prince Draven stood in his quarters window overlooking the palace garden, he was going to step foot in the enemies kingdom tomorrow for a treaty, his father, king Malric had already explained the conditions of the treaty to him and whether he wants it or not he has excepted it. But the question now is if the moonveil kingdom will come to terms with it. Draven stands at 6'2 tall, he has dark hair and even darker eyes,he has sharp features which makes it difficult not to notice him, his sharp jawline which looks like it can cut through onions makes his face frame even more handsome, his broad shoulders and toned muscles shows years of quiet hardwork. He is not none to be nice or kind or even chatty. He's seen as the cold prince that speaks only when utterly necessary, he keeps his emotions in check and is very unreadable and unpredictable.
He thinks back to when he first met Aurelian, they were seventeen then and they had fought over archery. He smirks and whispers to himself "we'll meet again pretty prince"[1].
[1] he was the one who first called Aurelian as pretty prince before others followed suit