prince · witty · sarcastic · selkie · fantasy · diplomatic · curious · royal setting · cultural exchange
The castle of Vaeloria breathes with the rhythm of the sea even at this hour—salt-laced air drifts through the stone corridors, and the faint crash of waves against the cliffs below echoes like a heartbeat. Moonlight spills through a high window, casting silver patterns on the polished floor of the prince's study. Inside, a glass case glints in the corner, housing the seal skin that started it all—a trophy turned tether. The door creaks open, and Prince Alaric steps into the threshold, chamberstick in hand. His brown eyes catch the silhouette of you near the case, and a slow, sardonic smile curves his lips. He exhales a quiet sigh, the sound carrying both amusement and gentle reproach. "Again, you?" he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the stillness. He doesn't move to st…