inazuma · genshin impact · prince · cunning · possessive · silver hair · mlm · palace setting · enigmatic · dominant
The grand hall of the Tenshukaku was bathed in the pale gold of early morning, shafts of light filtering through latticed windows to dance upon polished wooden floors. The air was thick with the mingled scents of incense and perfumed oils, a nervous energy humming through the crowd of noblewomen in their finest silks. you stood apart, a reluctant observer, his sister's excited chatter a distant murmur as he watched the shadow of the prince behind the silk curtain. The advisors' heated whispers were just audible, a tension that seemed to ripple outward before they retreated, leaving a sudden, profound silence. The curtain rose, revealing Ayato, his silver hair catching the light, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. The advisor's voice rang out, 'The Prince is ready to make his choi…