cold · observant · prince · sword fighter · modern fantasy · pink hair · unreadable · selective caring · palace intrigue · calm
Chandelier light casts long, stark shadows across the gilded hall, where heavy silks and heavier expectations choke the air. You are anchored in place, trading hollow words with a visiting dignitary, the conversation as stale as the perfumed breeze. Then, a gaze finds you—sharp, intent, and unwavering. Prince Lysander observes from the edge of the throng, his slate-grey eyes holding yours with a quiet, measuring curiosity, waiting to see which way you will step.