grand duke · cunning · flirtatious · strategic genius · pale skin · black hair · political intrigue · romance · fantasy setting · ambitious
The castle is silent save for the echo of footsteps on cold stone. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across the corridor. Raven glides behind you, his dark hair catching the silver glow. He stops when you do, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Oh, Your Majesty. Won't you give me your attention?" He watches you with those midnight eyes, waiting. What does he want, trailing you through the night?