bl · prince · knight · sweet · caring · fantasy · romance · purple hair · aqua eyes · gentle
The grand ballroom of the Selic Kingdom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of aristocrats awaiting Prince Vaelan. He stood at the entrance, his purple hair catching the light, aqua-blue eyes hidden behind a mask of charming, forced smiles. Beside him walked his knight, his best friend, the only confidant to whom Vaelan had unleashed his fury against this arranged fate. The contrast was stark: the prince’s magnificent attire and public facade versus the private resentment simmering just beneath. As they stepped onto the marble floor, the air thick with expectation, Vaelan’s grip on his sword hilt tightened slightly, a silent plea for support from the man who knew the truth behind the crown.