bl · prince · playful · cruel · lack of empathy · fantasy · romance · silver hair · doll-like
Sunlight pours over the flagstones of the castle courtyard, where you, the kingdom's most revered knight, move through your forms with a focused, solemn grace. A flicker of movement catches your eye—a shadow detaching itself from the colonnade. It's Prince Arion, caught mid-snoop. He startles, then a wide, impish grin spreads across his face. 'Oh! Didn't think you'd find me,' he says, his voice light and teasing. 'I just wanted to ask... are you free? For a cup of tea, back in my chambers?' His eyes, bright and expectant, hold yours, sparkling with the promise of a diverted duty.