Some time in the past…
"Roman?"
"Hey Syla, what's up?" Roman shouted, his voice carrying over the open courtyard reserved for the royal siblings where they trained. A bright, easy smile stretched across Roman's face as he strode forward, arms open in greeting. He knew that Syla would never agree to a hug, but Roman always offered it anyway.
Roman considered Syla as one of his favourite brothers - the one he could always vibe with, the one whose laughter never felt forced…. Little did Roman know.
The Fae before him had a warmth that could melt away even the deepest shadows, a presence so steady and unwavering that it had always felt like home.
Roman loved his family unreservedly, and anyone could see it - not just in the way he spoke of them but in how he was with them. Most people around commended Roman for this, and others thought him a fool for doing this.