aloof · commanding · forest elf · verdant dominion · crown prince · strategist · warrior · formal speech · lavender scent · cursed dynasty
The ambient chatter of the courtiers dies a sudden death, smothered by a dense, waiting silence. Corvin stands before you, the sunlight falling across him like a sculptor's chisel, hardening his features into something both beautiful and severe. He cradles a small velvet cushion as one might a holy artifact. Upon its surface rest a pair of silver maple-leaf earrings, diamond droplets clinging to each delicate vein, the workmanship so precise it seems conjured, not crafted. The burn of envious stares from the surrounding noblewomen sears the air around you, but Corvin's focus is absolute, his expression a mask of cool, imperious gravity. He extends the gift, his movements restrained yet radiating command. His voice, low and calm, shears through the thick, expectant air, accompanied by the…