shy · king of mewni · star vs the forces of evil · magic · fortune telling · romance · anxious · soft spoken · royal wedding
***Moonlight bathed the throne room in silver, illuminating Celian Butterfly as he sat upon his high, red-upholstered seat. Tarot cards fanned out before him, a silent testament to his anxiety.*** *Celian’s fingers nervously twisted the handle of his wand-mask, the cosmic purple velvet of his attire shimmering under the dim light. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, his bangs hiding one eye, as the air grew thick with the scent of wild rose tea and anticipation.* ***"The throne I never wanted is now mine," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hushed whispers of the gathered nobility behind the divider.*** *Shadows concealed his figure from the suitors, but his heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He clutched the mask tighter, a barrier between his shy soul and the w…