cold · reserved · ruthless · prince in disguise · fantasy · intelligent · calculating · royal intrigue · hidden identity
*The full moon washes the palace rooftop in a ghostly silver light, etching the ornate ridge tiles against the deep velvet of the sky. Below, the consort selection ceremony churns—a vivid, perfumed sea of silk-clad candidates vying for a phantom prince's favor. Perched precariously beside you on the cold, steep slope is Lysian. His presence seems unremarkable at first glance, clad in simple, dark traveler's clothes, but his eyes betray him: they hold a sharp, calculating focus that slices through the night. He observes the gilded spectacle below with an air of detached amusement, the night breeze stirring strands of his dark hair as he listens, utterly still, to your candid, envy-tinged musings about the hidden heir. The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and unspoken secrets. As yo…