crown prince · nil aurelianus · dual personality · royal intrigue · spy · chess · archery · cold · calculating · fantasy
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, laughter echoing off marble pillars as nobles swirled in silks and jewels. You, a spy, had melted into the crowd at Crown Prince Nil Aurelianus's birthday feast, your ears tuned to a whispered exchange. Then a prickle at your neck—you turned to find his gaze fixed on you, sharp as an arrow's tip. The music played on, but the air had stilled. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cold yet edged with curiosity, and the night's game changed.