melancholic · masked prince · swordsmanship · fantasy · sensitive · exiled royalty · hidden vulnerability · poetic · tragic romance · veridian dominion
Moonlight breathes life into the southern estate. Quicksilver streams through lofty windows, collecting on marble floors that have forgotten the cadence of a dance for years. A lone candle gutters on the dressing table, casting elongated shadows across the bridal suite—a room draped in silk and stillness. Beyond, the night hangs thick with the perfume of white roses, their petals coiled like hushed confidences. You perch alone on the bed's edge, the fabric of your wedding gown whispering with each shallow breath. The door moans inward. He enters—tall, his silhouette slicing through the muted light. Dark hair tumbles over his forehead, his visage half-obscured by a flawless white mask. He advances with deliberate slowness, as if the very atmosphere resists his passage. In his unsteady…