📜A hidden royal garden.
An elven princess who remembers the castle from long before the reign of the current king.
And a young prince trying far too hard to remain composed.

“Whispers of the Old Garden” is a new sensual fantasy cinematic focused on tension, atmosphere, temptation, and intimacy hidden within the ancient walls of the castle.

Warm sunlight, soft summer air, quiet whispers beneath old trees, and a garden built for secrets the royal court never spoke of openly.

Featuring:
• Princess Sylvaera Ithilwen
• Prince Aldric Veynor, grandson of King Edric
• New locations and lore from the Kingdom of Edric
• Cinematic lighting and slow sensual buildup
• Fantasy romance and erotic atmosphere

Coming soon in full 4K.

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The forest beyond the city is older than memory.

Hunters vanish there.
Campfires die without wind.
And at night, something watches from between the trees.

Lyr Vaelaris never meant to return to that place.

But when strange dreams begin haunting her again — dreams of pale blue light and a voice calling her name — she follows the whisper deep into the cursed woods of Blackwood Forest.

What waits for her there is neither man nor beast.

A wild guardian of the ancient forest.
A creature bound to forgotten secrets.
And a night that will change Lyr forever.

Coming soon.

🌿Hi everyone!

I’d like to introduce a brand new cinematic coming in the next 2–3 days:

This will be my longest cinematic so far — around 33 minutes — and also the first full 4K cinematic in this universe.

The story follows Prince Vaelor of House Saryth, a powerful horse prince visiting a foreign royal court during winter negotiations. After a long day of politics and royal feasts, he seeks silence inside an ancient castle bathhouse… only to encounter Helena Voss, an older tavern cook with a sharp tongue, confident charm, and no fear of nobility.

Warm candlelight, heavy steam, old fertility rituals, tension, instinct, and temptation.

This cinematic focuses much more on atmosphere, character tension, worldbuilding, and slow sensual buildup.

I’m honestly really proud of the visual quality and lighting in this one — especially the bathhouse environment and the new character - Helena.

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 📜Lore
Prince Vaelor of House Saryth had been staying at King Edric’s court for three days. The winter trade negotiations seemed endless — feasts, political discussions, and rigid formalities exhausted him more than a full day training in armor ever could.

Vaelor was not a typical noble.

Though he carried the title of prince, he felt far more comfortable near a forge than at a royal banquet table. Among his people, it was believed that a ruler must know the weight of a hammer and the scent of heated steel, otherwise he would grow weak.

That evening, he wanted only silence.

So he retreated to the old castle bathhouse hidden within one of the fortress’ side wings.

The chamber was vast, carved from dark stone. In the first section stood a broad bed covered in heavy furs, an empty wooden tub, and a carved stone basin for washing one’s face. A thick rug rested beside the wet floor, while the old wooden planks creaked softly beneath heavy footsteps.

The deeper part of the bathhouse disappeared into steam and candlelight.

The curtain leading to the shower had been left open, exposing the stone bathing chamber almost entirely. Between the two sections stood a statue of a fertility goddess carved from black stone — a kneeling woman with arched hips and a candle resting upon her outstretched hands. Around it sat oils, incense, and a small golden fertility symbol from ancient traditions.

Vaelor sat heavily upon a wide couch.

Most of his armor still covered him except for the lower pieces. The breastplate ended high across his torso, leaving his broad chest and muscular abdomen exposed beneath light bay-colored fur. His long mane had partially come loose after an entire day beneath a helmet.

He closed his eyes.

Then the doors opened with a deep creak.

Helena Voss entered carrying fresh towels, soaps, and oils. She paused only after noticing the prince.

She was older than most serving girls at court — mature, confident, with wide hips and a warm, feminine figure. Her dark brown hair was loosely tied behind her head, and her working dress hugged her chest and waist tightly.

Years ago, Helena had taught young Lyrienne Vaelaris how to cook for crowded taverns and manage busy feast halls. Lyr once joked that Helena could calm drunken mercenaries faster than the city guard.

Vaelor immediately straightened.
 — This bathhouse was meant to be empty.

Helena sighed dramatically.
 — The kitchens were meant to be peaceful too. Yet one lord vomited into an oven today.

The prince said nothing.

For a moment, they simply looked at one another.

Vaelor’s gaze drifted instinctively toward her full figure. Helena noticed immediately, but instead of appearing embarrassed, she only smiled faintly.

— Would it trouble Your Highness if I used the shower?

Vaelor leaned his head back heavily.
 — Do as you wish.

Helena walked calmly across the chamber.

Once she reached the bathing area, she deliberately left the curtain open.

Vaelor noticed at once.

Steam slowly filled the room. Helena loosened her dress without hurry, as though she had forgotten someone was watching.

Vaelor looked away.

Only for a moment.

Then he looked back again.

Helena stepped beneath the stream of hot water and bathed leisurely. She reached for scented oil and spread it slowly across her neck and shoulders. Water ran down her body while candlelight emphasized the softness of her figure.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the prince sitting motionless upon the couch.

Too motionless.

Vaelor tried to maintain his composure and honorable discipline, but the heated air and heavy incense awakened the instincts of the Saryths more and more. His hands tightened against the couch as the muscles in his shoulders tensed beneath his armor.

Helena noticed almost immediately.

She glanced back over her shoulder.
 — The prince looks as though he’s fighting his own body.

— You test the patience of a royal guest.

A warm laugh escaped her lips.
 — Perhaps I’m only checking whether the stories about horse princes are true.

For a change, I'd like to do something different, a story about a vacation trip. A beach, beautiful sunshine, a hotel/vacation cottage. The background is the relationships between the characters. I'd like to ask if you'd be interested in something like that; it's just a loose idea and a sketch. I'm currently finishing other projects, so that's something for the future. Poll at the end.

👥 Characters & Relationships

Worn out by the pace of big city life and a reality that no longer resembles what she once wanted. On the outside, she appears composed and put-together; inside, she carries unspoken desires and a quiet sense of restlessness.

Her relationship with Adam is stable only on the surface—underneath, distance has been growing, unacknowledged by both. Around him, Elena feels increasingly invisible, as if she’s slowly fading from her own life. The trip becomes more than just a getaway—it’s a suspended moment where she can finally see herself more clearly.

Her connection with Alisa is difficult to define. Part mentor, part something more mutual—Elena finds herself drawing energy from Alisa’s presence. At times, it feels like Alisa sees right through her, noticing things Elena herself avoids confronting.

With Lili, she is warm but cautious, unsure of her role. She senses Lili’s fragility and tries to protect it, even if she doesn’t always know how.

With Alex, something unexpected begins to form—a quiet understanding beyond words. Around him, Elena doesn’t feel the need to prove or control anything. Their conversations are simple, yet they reach places within her that have long been silent. In his presence, she begins to remember who she was before she started living for others.

Stable, structured, but emotionally withdrawn. Used to control and distance, he doesn’t notice when his relationship begins to fall apart—or chooses not to see it.

He treats Alisa somewhat patronizingly, as “the younger one from work,” and regards Alex with quiet skepticism, never fully trusting his presence around them.
With Lili, his relationship is polite but distant—he remains uninvolved.

During the trip, however, he begins to notice something more in her than just a quiet presence—her sensitivity, attentiveness, and quiet strength. It stirs something unfamiliar in him: a desire to be present, even if he doesn’t quite know how.

Young, intelligent, and highly perceptive. A trainee at Elena’s company, though their relationship quickly moved beyond professional boundaries. She moves fluidly between different worlds—capable of being light and spontaneous, while also deeply aware of emotional dynamics and her influence on others.

Taking care of Lili has given her a sense of responsibility, though it has also taken away some of her carefreeness. Their bond is close, yet carries subtle tension as Lili pushes for independence.

With Elena, Alisa is both loyal and… almost too perceptive. It’s as if she understands her better than she should, sometimes anticipating thoughts Elena hasn’t fully formed herself. Their connection exists somewhere between trust and something harder to define.

With Alex, she shares a playful, slightly provocative dynamic—full of small tests, subtle challenges, and unspoken curiosity.

A quiet observer. She hides most of her emotions behind her phone, yet in reality, she notices and understands far more than she shows. Losing her parents forced her to adapt to the adult world quickly, though deep down she still longs for a sense of safety.

Her relationship with Alisa is built on closeness and dependence—at times resembling a sisterly bond, at times marked by tension as Lili tries to assert her independence.

With Elena, she remains осторожna but clearly seeks her attention and approval.
With Adam, her relationship starts off distant, but during the trip she begins to notice his attempts to connect—which brings her warmth and a sense of safety she has long been missing. She begins to see in him someone who could fill the absence of a father figure.

With Alex, she feels the most at ease. Their connection is natural and unforced, built on small gestures and effortless conversation. Around him, Lili allows herself to be authentic in a way she struggles to be elsewhere.

An outsider by choice—sensitive, artistic, and somewhat lost. He often escapes into the virtual world; games give him a sense of control and calm that reality lacks.

He doesn’t fit into conventional patterns, which both attracts and unsettles others. He connects easily with people but avoids anything that might tie him down.

With Elena, he shares a subtle, wordless understanding—conversations, glances, and silences that feel natural rather than awkward. Their connection develops slowly, rooted more in presence than in words.

With Lili, he builds something gentle and sincere, yet touched by the quiet tension of self-discovery and growing awareness. Their bond remains innocent in form, but emotionally meaningful.

With Alisa, there is a sense of play—light rivalry, attraction, and push-and-pull dynamics. Both test boundaries without fully realizing where it might lead.

Poll: Would you like a project like this?

🎬The entire cinematic is 16 minutes long. It's available in 2K, 1080p, and 720p high-quality resolutions.

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This is not just a meeting.
It’s an experience.

 🔥 Atmospheric setting above the clouds
 🔥 Subtle, sensual mood
 🔥 Slow-building tension and emotion

📜Lore

At the edge of the world, high above the clouds, a small stone fortress seems to float between sky and earth. The terrace before its entrance is bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, slowly giving way to the first shy stars. Below stretches a soft, almost unreal carpet of clouds.

At the center of the terrace stands a simple bed, draped in light fabrics stirred by the mountain wind. Beside it sits Denerys — her silver-white hair shimmering in the last rays of daylight. Her body, slender and strong, is wrapped in delicate strips of fabric resembling bandages, only partially covering her skin and leaving much to the imagination.

Right next to her rests Drogon — not as a beast, but as a nearly human presence, with a powerful physique and a spine lined with subtle, gleaming ridges that catch the fading light.

They speak softly, sharing food and a moment of calm, as if time itself had paused just for them. With every glance, the tension grows — quiet, unspoken, yet undeniable. Their closeness becomes more tangible with each passing moment, until silence begins to say more than words ever could.

As night fully falls and the sky fills with stars, they surrender to the moment — not in haste, but in a slow, emotional dance of tenderness and desire. A moment suspended between fire and peace, between strength and softness.