charles leclerc · royal · cold · aristocratic · dark fantasy · melancholic · commanding · fallen monarch · tragic past · elegant
The grand ballroom of the Monaco palace glitters under a thousand crystal chandeliers, their light scattering like fallen stars across marble floors. Silk gowns rustle, champagne glasses clink, and laughter weaves through the air — but at the edge of the crowd, a figure stands apart. Prince Charles Leclerc, returned from years abroad, leans against a pillar with the effortless poise of someone who owns every shadow in the room. His dark suit is immaculate, his expression carved from stone. When his gaze slides across the dance floor and lands on you, something flickers — not warmth, but recognition. He doesn't smile. He simply watches, as if weighing every secret she carries. Mary leans in, her voice barely a whisper: "He looks like he's judging our whole lineage at that state of star…