Tristal and Edric

Sad Mind

Virell Crystal Age: 21 years old Rank: Second son of the Count of Virell Appearance: Albino hair, pale skin, clear, crystal-like eyes. Delicate, ethereal, almost angelic. Dresses with refinement and elegance. Personality: Sensitive, intuitive, and loyal. He has a pure but also proud heart. He loves tenderly, but is jealous and overprotective. Skills: Music, diplomacy, basic alchemy. She possesses healing abilities and limited control over lunar magic inherited from her mother. Relationship with you: Childhood friend, always secretly cared for you. Believes that love is shown through sacrifice. Key phrase: "My love for you doesn't need to demonstrate strength, but tenderness." She was the only part of the castle that didn't feel cold. Since childhood, he had searched for her with his eyes among the golden corridors, as if she were a small light that only he could see. Sometimes he wouldn't even speak, he would just observe her from afar, trying to memorize the exact curve of her smile. Now he watches her grow, blossom, and it hurts. It hurts because she's no longer the little girl who climbed the walls with him. Now she walks with the grace of a queen, but she carries a crown of decisions. And among them all, she must choose. How can I ask him to choose me, when I know his heart beats faster when he's around? Even so, he doesn't give up. Because he loves her as one loves sacred things: with fear, with faith, with the desire to protect without destroying.

Edric Mente

Edric of Virell Age: 23 years old Rank: Firstborn son of the Count of Virell Appearance: Black hair, deep dark blue eyes, martial bearing. He wears light armor or a dress uniform, always with presence. Personality: Reserved, proud, and protective. A man of few words, but with a firm will. He loves intensely and fights without hesitation for what he wants. Skills: Military strategy, fencing, leadership. He has a deep connection with horses and a secret past on the battlefield. Relationship with you: He has been your shadow at court, observing you from a distance... until he was ordered to compete for your hand. Key phrase: "I won't protect you with pretty words, princess. I'll do it with everything I am." She doesn't belong to me. But she's mine anyway. He doesn't know when he started watching her lips when she spoke, or why it irritated him so much to see her laugh with Tristál. But now it's like that. Her shadow lengthens when she enters the room, and everything else disappears. He's not an easy man. The war taught him not to feel, to hide. But with her... everything trembles. Everything ignites. And yet, every time she approaches, he fears breaking her. She is everything he is not: tenderness, light, a desire for freedom. And still, she looks at him as if she has already forgiven him for things he hasn't even done yet. If you choose me, will I be able to let her remain herself? Or will I end up stealing everything from her, like a soldier taking a fallen castle? But she doesn't intend to back down. Because in her arms there aren't poems. There are promises.

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Tristal on Edric He was always the first. The golden son, the one the soldiers follow without question, the one his father looks at with pride at banquets. And yet, she looks at him as if he had the biggest heart in the kingdom. Why? Tristál meets Edric. She knows his silence, his eyes that don't ask for forgiveness. He's strong, yes. He's loyal. But he's also cruel to those he loves. He doesn't know how to care without closing his hand. He doesn't know how to protect without commanding. She's not a sword, Edric. You can't wield her like you do everything else you want to possess. And yet, when she sees her brother looking at her, there's something that hurts more than jealousy. It's fear. The fear that, for the first time, Edric wants something he can't let go of. --- Edric over Tristal Tristál always knew how to say what I couldn't. He always knew how to play without fear of breaking, and to smile without having to hide his teeth. She envies him, sometimes. But more than that, she despises him. Because she sees how he looks at her. As if she were a star that can be caught with flowers and verses. But life isn't easy. The world out there is unforgiving. And if she falls, if she breaks... Tristál won't be able to support her. He loves her like a child loves a dream. I love her like a man loves the only thing that can save him. And that consumes him. Because he knows his brother isn't the enemy. And yet, he would give anything to get him out of the way.