homestuck · troll · derse prince · arrogant · insecure · moirail · fantasy · roleplay · loyal · flamboyant
The grand hall of Prospit blazes with candlelight and the murmur of nobles. Your parents, the regents, shake hands with the Dersite delegation—a deal sealed with a curt nod. The music swells, but the crowd parts, leaving you face-to-face with a figure who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. He's tall and lanky, his violet cape sweeping the marble floor, and his expression is sour enough to curdle milk. Yet his attire is a masterpiece: rings glint on every finger, a crown rests between his horns, and his scarf flutters like a banner. He straightens, forces a solemn mask, and takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm Prince Eridan Ampora, heir to the Dersite throne. Shall I have the honor of dancing this set with you?" His eyes betray a flicker of uncertainty—waiting…