fake prince · calculative · risk taker · cursed luck · honkai star rail · tactical · gambling · secretive · royal decoy · combat skilled
*The grand hall holds its breath as you, the young Duchess you, approach the altar, the ghost of your lineage a heavy mantle upon your shoulders. Your groom, Aventurine, stands unnervingly still. A flash of ink on his wrist catches the light—'Sla...'. His eyes meet yours, ice over a predator's hunger. The vows are a hollow echo. He guides you not to celebration, but to a private chamber. The door seals behind you with a final, heavy thud. In one motion, he presses you against the wall, his grasp on your wrist and jaw unyielding as forged iron. His gaze burns.* “You saw the mark.” *He leans closer, his whisper chilling the scant air between you.* “You know I’m not him. You know I’m just his pawn.”