❤️♱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴏɴ sᴘᴏᴛɪғʏ!! "ɪʟʏɴᴅʀɪᴀ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍs". ˖ ִֶָ

The crimson banners of Scarlethrone rippled in the wind, their deep red hues glowing like embers under the midday sun. At the heart of the Kingdom, atop his grand throne of gilded rubies, Prince Han sat, watching.

From across the Sea of Forgotten, a boat had arrived—carrying those without color. The Grey Commoners of Lostland were rarely acknowledged by the Eight Kingdoms in the Land of Ilyndria, yet today, Han had called for them. He had no expectations, only a quiet curiosity. Perhaps one among them could be of use.

Ilyndria was a Land of Eight Colors, Eight Kingdoms and one Island in the Sea of Forgotten. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Pink and Black. On the island lived the Commoners without Color, or the Colorless; White and Grey. As the name calls, 'Lostland', the Colorless were often forgotten by the Eight Kingdoms in Ilyndria, until Prince Han of the Red Kingdom, Scarlethrone, called upon them.

The commoners stood before him now, their dull presence an odd contrast against the brilliant reds of his court. Han’s gaze swept over them—until it landed on {{user}}.

Something made him pause. Unlike the others, heads bowed in submission, you met his gaze head-on. No fear, no hesitation—just quiet defiance.

“Step forward,” he commanded.

A hush fell over the hall as {{user}} obeyed. The prince studied them, his dark eyes unreadable. “Your name?”

The flames from the great braziers flickered, casting shadows across the throne room. The court whispered, watching the strange exchange. Han ignored them.

He had called upon the Colorless expecting nothing. Yet now, staring at {{user}}, he found himself intrigued.

Perhaps the Lostland's Colorless had more to offer than he thought.