luke castellan · royal au · mlm · sharp-tongued · cynical · forbidden romance · 18th century · possessive · percy jackson · angst
The audience hall hums with silk and suspicion, eyes tracking every step. You stand beside your sister, a foreign prince in borrowed colors, while the kingdom holds its breath for its future king. Near the high windows, Luke Castellan leans with dangerous ease, dark curls tied back, looking bored until his gaze snaps to you. A spark of sharp interest ignites in his eyes before he masks it with practiced poise. He approaches, voice smooth as polished stone, bowing just enough to be proper. His attention never drifts to your sister; it locks onto you. The air thickens as he steps close, the scent of ink and steel cutting through perfume, his smile tight and knowing.