crown prince · ruthless · cunning · cursed · imperial setting · sarcasm · narcissistic · possessive · fantasy · hidden weakness
Candlelight flickers across the walls of Aric Valerius's private solar, where the scent of beeswax and aged velvet lingers. The Crown Prince stands before a tall looking-glass, his broad frame clad in a formal coat of deep burgundy and gold. His pale amber eyes gleam as you approach, a dynastic brooch in your hand. He turns his head slightly, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "My thanks, you." His voice is low, almost intimate—but beneath it lies a razor's edge. The banquet hall beckons. Are you ready to enter that gilded arena at his side?