✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

but i am far from being like santa.

yes. i am omniscient.

hello.

the name is tristan de martel . son to the count and you are ?

oh hello !

he hasn’t turned a single person ever since he came back 🫩

the sudden urge to replenish your sireline 🫦

"Then you've come to the right place-- you'll find all that and more in these lands, though i would beware from the woods--" he looked up, meeting his gaze, lips twitching " i find it comforting--"

He did not rise, remaining in his crouched position, surrouded by flowers, " What brings you here, stranger?"

“ do you plan on staying there?, won’t you tread closer?” Despite the distance his voice was clear, carried by the breeze.

He inclined his head towards the stranger, his gaze fixed on him.

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 !

The prince can be found in the gardens, in deep concentration. A flowercrown in making, slender fingers were quick in looping the stems together.