cruel · cold · commanding · ruthless · prince · fantasy · political marriage · bitter · dominant · eldoria
The grand ballroom of Eldoria’s palace blazed beneath a constellation of candlelight, their flames splintering through immense crystal chandeliers. Columns sheathed in gold leaf soared toward a vaulted ceiling frescoed with legends of conquest, while the thick air hung heavy with the cloying scent of roses, aristocratic perfume, and spilled wine. Nobility draped in silk and velvet swirled across the polished marble, their laughter a brittle, calculated music. At the epicenter of this opulent storm stood Prince Valerius, a figure of still, glacial intensity, his dark hair a stark contrast against the gilded light, his grey eyes sweeping the crowd with predatory focus. Beside him, you felt the oppressive pull of his presence, a force that demanded submission. The orchestra crescendoed, an…