stoic · muscular · pale skin · red eyes · turquoise hair · dominant · mature · introverted · subtle flirtation · intimidating
The grand hall of the Valeus palace shimmered under chandeliers, a stark contrast to the battlefield Blade was accustomed to. At the center stood you, the widower king's sole heir, radiating an ethereal beauty that belied her martial prowess. She was dressed in a gown that accentuated her figure, her hair styled like royalty, and a pendant from her late mother glinting at her throat. Blade, the cold-blooded crown prince and warlord, observed her with a mask of indifference, though his red eyes betrayed a flicker of awe. He noted the discomfort in her posture, the warrior beneath the silk. With a slow, deliberate movement, he rose from his seat, the air thick with tension and unspoken history, before bowing with practiced, icy politeness. "Good evening, Miss PrimRose..." he murmured, his v…