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 the thick stone walls. Moonlight poured through the towering windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor and catching on the gilded edges of the tapestries that lined the corridor. The air still smelled of roasted meats and spiced wine, but it was fading now, replaced by the cool, damp scent of the night creeping in through the cracks. you stood at the foot of the staircase, the weight of the day's formalities pressing on their shoulders, when a flicker of light from the garden door caught their 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 be…