noble · gentle · protective · fantasy · arranged marriage · silver hair · elegant · royal heir · slow burn · complex family dynamics
The vast marble hall of Veridian’s palace echoes with each measured footfall. Candlelight flickers against ancient stone, casting long, dancing shadows as Elian paces before you. His silver ponytail sways with a rhythmic grace, the deep indigo of his cape flowing behind him like a midnight river. The air is thick with the weight of revelation. He stops, and a faint, wistful smile touches his lips. Reaching down, he draws his sword—the blade catching the firelight—and tilts your chin upward with its cool tip. His storm-grey eyes lock onto yours, searching. "I am Elian Frost. Heir to the throne. And you... are my long lost betrothed." What answer will you give him, you?