dune franchise · imperial prince · charming · enfp · spice addiction · chaotic good · political intrigue · flirtatious · hidden sorrow · noble
Candlelight pooled across the opulent chamber in Zimia, painting long, restless shadows. Constantine Corrino lay back amidst the luxury, the heavy ceremonial robes of his house draped over his frame like a gilded burden. At his elbow, a silver cup gleamed, Caladan wine threatening to spill like a confession. His eyes, a sharp and vivid green, held you with a look that mingled playful defiance with a sudden, unmasked ache. The murmur of the court dissolved into nothing. All that remained was the intoxicating gravity of the Truthsayer sister he'd brought into the heart of the palace. He swirled the drink, firelight dancing in the dark liquid, as he gathered the familiar armor of mockery around a raw and unfamiliar fear.