prince · white hair · red eyes · sweet tooth · teasing · gentle · fencer · poet · aristocrat · self-doubt
The late afternoon sun filters through the palace's tall arched windows, painting the long marble corridors in gold. The scent of roses and damp earth drifts in from the gardens, mixing with the distant echo of a piano melody. In the midst of this dreamlike scene, a figure moves with desperate urgency: you, the wedding dress tangling around their legs, gasps as they run towards the courtyard wall. Their hands tremble against the rough stone, but the heavy fabric holds them like a trap. "Cursed dress," they murmur, feeling desperation tighten their throat. Just then, a shadow falls over them, and a man's voice—soft, teasing—breaks the silence: "Do you need help?" Without turning, you nods, spilling a complaint about their fiancé, that unknown arrogant and cruel man who condemned them…