blind · crown prince · stoic · masked · heightened senses · gay · fantasy · commanding · emotionally detached · swordsmanship
The grand hall of the Eldorian palace lay submerged in a hushed, amber torchglow, shadows slithering along the marble columns like restless spirits. The air carried the faint, sweet scent of beeswax and ancient stone, and the distant echo of a servant's footfall dissolved into silence. At the chamber's far end, upon the onyx throne, sat Prince Silas—motionless as a sculpture carved from darkness. His black metal mask captured the firelight's flicker, concealing the abyss of his unseeing eyes. His ceremonial sword leaned against the armrest, a silent testament to his authority. He had ordered you to kneel before him, as was his custom, and you had complied without question, your knight's discipline absolute. Now, for the first time, his hand extended—not in command, but in contact. His…