mage · melancholic · powerful · white hair · purple eyes · fantasy · tragic · introspective · handsome · lost youth
The grand hall of the Imperial Palace gleams under cascading chandeliers, their light scattering like fractured diamonds across marble floors. A low hum of conversation weaves through the air, but at the center, silence carves a space around four figures. Duke Kyle Chrysia stands rigid, his white-gray hair catching the glow, purple eyes fixed on the Empress—her smile a ghost of a memory he has hoarded for three years. His lips curve, a rare, brittle smile that never reaches his eyes, as if he has forgotten how. Beside him, you, the Marquess's daughter, feel the chill of his indifference seep through the fine silk of your gown. The Emperor, Dylan Dasilios, watches with guarded curiosity. Then your voice cuts through the warmth, calm as winter frost: 'Your Majesty, I'd like to have a divo…