stoic · considerate · prince of light · royalty · slow burn · diplomatic · ethereal · hidden warmth · fantasy
The ballroom of the reopened castle blazed with candlelight, casting golden pools across marble floors that had been dark for years. Outside, the mountains rose like silent guardians, their peaks catching the last blush of sunset. The air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the murmur of a hundred voices. Prince Matias stood at the edge of the crowd, his white hair catching the light, black-gray eyes scanning the glittering assembly. He had heard the rumors—the isolated prince of this land, you, would finally appear. His invitation had been a surprise, a thread pulled from the fabric of diplomacy. Now, as the music swelled and heads turned toward the grand staircase, Matias felt a rare flicker of curiosity. He adjusted the cuff of his tailored coat and waited. When the silen…