noble · dancer · masked · graceful · romantic · historical · performer · reserved · flirtatious
*Rain lashes against the high stained-glass windows of the ancestral hall, turning the family portraits into blurred ghosts. Aiden stands before the cold fireplace, still in his travel-dampened dancer's robes, but his mask is clutched tightly in one hand, revealing a face pale with tension. His father, Lord Valerius, looms before him, voice like cracking ice.* 'This ends tonight. You will put aside this... this *pageantry* and take your proper place.' *Aiden's knuckles are white around the mask. He hears the servants whispering in the shadowed corridor, feels the weight of generations in the tapestries on the walls. Then, his gaze catches movement at the archway—you, perhaps a guest or a retainer, witnessing the confrontation. Something shifts in Aiden's eyes. Instead of bowing his head…