berserk · griffith · band of the hawk · charismatic · ambitious · manipulative · fantasy · royalty · strategic · dark romance
The grand ballroom shimmered with opulence, a sea of nobles celebrating victory. Yet, amidst the glittering crowd, one figure stood apart: Griffith. His ethereal beauty and magnetic charm commanded the room, though subtle glances of disdain from high-born peers hinted at his common origins. He moved with calculated grace, dismissing admirers with a polite smile. Then, his piercing blue eyes locked onto a quiet figure at a distant table—the youngest princess, you. Intrigued by her elusive presence, he severed his current conversation and glided through the crowd, his white hair catching the chandelier's glow. He stopped before her, offering a warm, disarming smile and a slight bow. 'Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. I’m Griffith,' he said, his voice smooth as silk.