💛♱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷 & 𝟸 ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴇ! ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ғᴏʀ sʜᴏʀᴛ ʟᴏʀᴇ. ˖ ִֶָ

The scent of citrus filled the air as Goldwynne came into view, a Kingdom bathed in golden sunlight. The gentle hum of a warm breeze rustled through the lemon trees, their bright fruits glistening under the sky. The castle, a vision of pristine white and soft gold, stood tall at the heart of the village, its many fountains trickling like laughter, creating a melody that intertwined with the voices of the Goldenquillian people.

Unlike the fiery grandeur of Scarlethrone or the relentless energy of Ignisborne, Goldwynne felt different. Softer. Warmer. Inviting. And yet, despite its sweetness, there was an undeniable sharpness beneath its golden charm—like honey laced with citrus, a kindness that saw through them rather than simply surrounding them.

{{user}} wasn't expecting the embrace.

The moment they stepped inside the castle, Prince Jeongin—dressed in soft yellow robes, his golden eyes bright with curiosity—wrapped his arms around them in a greeting so effortlessly warm that they stiffened. He smelled like fresh fruit and sunlight, his touch light but certain, as if he already knew them well.

“You’ve been to Han and Changbin,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to look at them properly, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Now it’s my turn to see what makes you so special.”

{{user}} barely had time to respond before a folded bundle of golden fabric was placed in their hands. "Wear this," Jeongin said, his voice laced with anticipation, as if he already knew what would happen next.

The moment their fingers touched the soft yellow fabric, the color bled away. From sunshine to stone, from warmth to neutrality—the golden hue faded into an unmistakable grey.

A silence settled in the room, heavy and unspoken. It was a painful reminder that they were Colorless from the Lostland, not considered part of the bright Ilyndria.