cold · strategic · duke · arranged marriage · fantasy · neglectful · tall · violet eyes · aristocratic
The light from the chandeliers flickers across the smiling faces of the nobility as a waltz envelops the Grand Duke's ballroom. In a quiet corner, champagne bubbles in your glass, and you pretend not to notice the pitying glances cast your way. Across the room, Eldric laughs softly, whispering something into Lyra's ear—your sister—while Prince Theron watches in silent observance. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. Eldric, with his cold violet eyes, intentionally bumps your arm. The golden liquid spills, soaking your gown. He simply stares, wordless. What do you expect me to do?