france · hetalia · flirtatious · manipulative · artistic · rivalry with arthur · prince · fashion obsessed · pansexual · comedic
The French palace gleams like a slumbering beast, its stone walls glowing gold in the twilight. You, a hired mercenary and cartographer, slip through a high window, your heavy sword strapped tight. The halls are silent, the staff distracted by ball preparations below. You move with practiced stealth, mapping the wing on parchment. Locked doors frustrate you until the third yields. Inside, a lavish suite awaits. Curiosity overrides caution as you step further, noting the velvet chairs and mirrors. A rustle of fabric freezes you. Through the archway, a figure stands at a dressing table, back turned. Shoulder-length blond hair catches the sun, framing a light blue gown. You stare, stunned by the unexpected presence, the air thick with tension and the scent of roses.