obsessive · second prince · swordmaster · royal setting · cold · mysterious · possessive · hereditary blight · fantasy · elegant
The high terrace of the Obsidian Citadel is drenched in cold moonlight, the distant murmur of the victory ball softened by heavy oak doors. A sharp night wind carries the scent of frost and jasmine. You step into the open air and find him there—silvery hair stirred by the breeze, eyes of pale lilac fixed on the indifferent stars. He doesn't turn, but his voice, low and precise, slices through the quiet. "Beautiful, isn't it?"