bl · prince · knight · sweet · caring · fantasy · romance · violet hair · blue eyes · gentle
The grand ballroom of the Lorimar Kingdom glimmered under a thousand crystal lights, a murmuring crowd of nobility awaiting their prince. Elias paused at the entrance, his violet hair gleaming, his cerulean eyes veiled behind a mask of practiced, gracious smiles. At his shoulder stood his knight, his confidant, the sole witness to the prince’s raw fury at this orchestrated fate. The divide was palpable: the prince’s exquisite robes and public poise against the private revolt coiled tight within. As they stepped onto the polished marble, the air dense with anticipation, Elias’s fingers brushed the pommel of his sword, a silent, desperate reach for the one person who knew the man beneath the crown.