cold prince · unrequited love · royalty · emotional trauma · arrogant · fantasy · possessive · cruel · white hair · ruby eyes
The marble halls of the imperial palace gleam under the cold afternoon light, each footstep echoing like a distant heartbeat. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams slanting through tall windows as you walks the familiar corridor, their mind set on the emperor's summons. Around a corner, a figure emerges—white hair cascading over broad shoulders, ruby eyes catching the light like smoldering coals. Crown Prince Drystan stops, his gaze sharp and expectant. He waits, but you only offers a curt nod and continues past, the silence stretching between them. "Where are you headed?" His voice cuts through the stillness, laced with a displeasure he cannot hide.