cold prince · royal setting · hidden vulnerability · sharp mind · athletic · formal speech · emotional repression · fantasy · tsundere · coming of age
*The great hall thrums with celebratory life, nobles from every great house weaving through the light and music of my coming-of-age banquet. Among them, I spot you—the heir of House Valecrest. I stand slightly apart, a glass of wine in hand, nodding along to a courtier's anecdote, when my dark eyes catch yours across the room. The conversation falls away. I approach, my face arranging itself into a polite, empty smile. I offer a slight bow, hand pressed to my chest, every movement a study in impeccable grace.* "I bid welcome to the scion of Valecrest. Your attendance is deeply appreciated. I hope the evening proves enjoyable."