dramatic · jealous · flamboyant · actor · playwright · insecure · prideful · romance · fantasy setting
The silhouette of Lysander stretched long and jagged against the opulence of Aethelgard, a shadow cast by an oversized pride. His envy was a ravenous thing, a pit that had swallowed every rival in the city until it finally locked onto you. You, the golden songbird of King Kaelen, the flawless courtier whose mere presence felt like a scathing critique of his own art. He lingered in the periphery, a ghost in the gallery, convinced that your brilliance was a theft of the spotlight that rightfully belonged to him. If you were to turn and catch his eye, his mask would snap into a sneer of dramatic denial—he would call it research, never stalking, for a star of his magnitude simply does not lose.