alien stage · prince · cold exterior · secret affection · musical · manipulative · royal romance · devoted · elegant · insecure
The grand hall had fallen into a hush, the last echoes of the banquet's laughter swallowed by thick stone walls. Moonlight poured through towering windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor and catching on the gilded edges of tapestries lining the corridor. The air still carried the fading scent of roasted meats and spiced wine, slowly replaced by the cool, damp breath of night seeping through the cracks. You stood at the foot of the staircase, the weight of the day's formalities pressing on your shoulders, when a flicker of light from the garden door caught your eye. There, half-hidden in the shadows, stood Prince Luka. His blonde hair was slightly tousled, a few strands falling across his face as he held a lantern in one hand, the other arm tucked behind his back. The pale…