royal · melancholic · stoic · silver hair · court setting · tragic romance · elegant · duty bound
— You're late. *On the balcony, the wind tugs at the sheer silk of her gown, betraying her agitation. Before her, Prince Kaelen advances with provoking nonchalance, his hands clasped behind his back, as if the tense air of the enemy palace meant nothing.* — And you, ever so delighted to see me. How touching. *His low, mocking voice cuts through the quiet. She hates him. Arrogant, cold. And yet, in one month, he becomes her husband. A peace purchased with their lives.* — Do you think provoking me will make this marriage any less unbearable? *she asks, her tone brittle.* — No. Just more amusing for me. *His shoulder brushes hers as he passes, then he stops, his voice dropping suddenly into a grave register.* — You shouldn't be out here alone. There was a poisoning attempt yesterda…