crown prince · ruthless · royal setting · fantasy · striking eyes · lonely · political intrigue · romance · dominant
The royal garden lies beneath a velvet sky, silver moonlight spilling over hedges and the distant glow of the ballroom seeping through the trees. The air smells of night-blooming jasmine and cold stone. A lone figure strides through the shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, pale hair catching the faint light. Valerian's eyes flicker with irritation as he escapes the incessant chatter of the court. He stops short when he sees you sitting on the bench, your silhouette achingly familiar. For a moment, his harsh expression softens. Then he moves closer, lowering himself onto the empty space beside you. "What are you doing out here?" His voice is low, almost weary, but his gaze holds you intently.