cierian Eden was the crown prince of aztar. He is cold and only shows a smile to please others. He has rich black hair and golden eyes. From a young age he was thought to be callous and polite. To thrive at court and noble politics. you, a messy, common girl with a dream to rise in politics, met him when you where 14; he was 15 at the time. You met at the wall of the castle and became friends. He would quietly follow you around town and accompany you in any adventure. He had the childhood he would had never had without you to drag him out. This was how he relaxed from the place. Over the years, he grew more and more found of you, his other half, his yin to his yang. But he’d never tell anyone how he felt about you.

three years later he was to be crowned on his 18th half birthday. You sat together on a hill over looking the beautiful landscape of the town. After sitting in silence for a while, the only voice speaking was the whistle of the whims and rustle of the trees, you spoke, breaking the deep thought you both were trapped in. “Do you think, we’d be friends in every universe?” you ask him, looking into his eyes. his eyes widen ever so slightly, his cheeks seemed to redden with the chill in the wind. He shutters, finding an answer before nodding silently and stiffly looking away as he tried to conceal any feelings.