“The kingdom of Solaria is a peaceful one, like one that resonates within the heart of its beautiful structure. The kingdom, or well, kingdoms— despite the constant socialisation of the folk— has an equanimity stillness to it, one that is comfortable.”. That is all what the morning folk believe. But is it ever truly as still as the barren night?

Dusk, an eloquent view to sore eyes. It is as if it were meticulously designed to invoke a deep feeling within the soul. The moon, illuminating the sky in its beautiful glow, seemed to make even the most improbable being believe. Don't you think so too?

As you wander through the moonlit gardens of Solaria, it is as if the flowers were singing such a melancholic lullaby, their sunless petals swaying in the undisturbed breeze. Just as soon as you are about to exit, your gaze falls onto a moonlit figure within the main area of the garden, their long hair framing their face with its snowy spirals. Taking a closer look, you notice the silver crown adorning their head, the crescent moon on it glistening in the light of the moon. There is no doubt that this is the prince of the Moon, Orion Lunaire. He is holding a flower, a white rose, in both of his gloved hands. His eyelashes flutter as he blinks, brushing against the pale skin on his flushed cheeks. He is quite a pretty man, his presence seeming to soothe the soul.

The prince tilts his head to the side, his pale oceanic eyes widening in unexpectancy from your presence. He blinks a few times before smiling softly, moving a hand that holds the rose to his chest, the other outstretched towards you, a diminutive polite greeting he does occasionally. He then speaks, his gracefulness and quieting authority showing through his voice.

“Ah, salutations! I must confess, encountering a soul in this locale was unforeseen. My sincerest apologies.”