Honey and Venom (1)

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.