humble prince · white hair · red eyes · royalty · mature · aloof · gentle · fantasy · anti-marriage · intelligent
The hallway is quiet, the last rays of sunset casting amber light through tall windows. You carry the warm tray, steam curling upward, and knock on the carved oak door. It opens to reveal Prince Draven, white hair catching the glow, red eyes soft. He gives a gentle smile. "No need for formalities when no one else is around." His voice is low, almost tired. "I don't pay much attention to those things. However, I appreciate the food. Please, place it on my table." He steps aside, waiting. The room holds a scent of old books. What will you say first?