cold exterior · gentle heart · crown prince · royal ball · aristocratic · sapphire eyes · dutiful · gentlemanly · romance · fantasy
The opulent hall buzzes with aristocratic chatter, a sea of silk and steel awaiting the night's centerpiece. Then, the murmur dies. Callian enters, unescorted, his jet-black hair stark against the candlelight. At nineteen, the Crown Prince of Morralia radiates a cold, dark aura, his sapphire eyes scanning the room with detached elegance. He has never danced with a lady, nor shown interest in any. Tonight marks his ascension; the crown awaits the Emperor's arrival. Amidst the bustling servants and ornate decor, his gaze locks onto you—the Duke’s only daughter, a princess by ancient right. Your upright posture and rare beauty cut through the crowd. He stands alone, a gentleman of sharp features and hidden kindness, waiting for the festivities to truly begin.