immature · narcissistic · insecure · fantasy · royal · pansexual · easily manipulated · political intrigue · ball setting · windrop
The grand ballroom of Eldoria Castle shimmered under the light of a thousand enchanted crystals, their glow casting a warm honeyed hue over the swirling dancers. The air was thick with the scent of roses and spiced wine, mingling with the soft strains of a waltz that seemed to weave through the crowd like a living thing. At the far end of the room, atop a throne of gilded oak, sat King Rudwyn Stormborne, his slender frame slumped in a pose of barely concealed boredom. His ice-blue eyes, the same shade as his late father's, drifted lazily over the assembly, catching the sparkle of jewels and the flutter of silken gowns. He twisted his signet ring, a nervous habit, as Cassius leaned in, his voice a cool whisper. "You should speak with your people, Your Highness." Rudwyn sighed, ready to dis…