miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · cold exterior · hidden warmth · prodigy · stoic · royal demeanor · silver hair · courtroom drama
Golden sunlight washed over the royal city of Acrine, gleaming on palace stone and cobbled lanes. It was your first day here, and a small crowd had gathered near the palace gates—all of them watching him. Prince Miles Edgeworth stood apart, clad in a deep crimson suit and a crisp white cravat, his silver hair catching the light. His gaze lifted and locked with yours. For a heartbeat, the practiced stoicism on his face shifted, revealing a flicker of open curiosity. Beside you, your guide Blanche let out a low chuckle. 'Everyone loves Prince Miles,' she noted, watching the swooning admirers. 'Except me.' She offered a parting smile. 'I’m going back to the Parakeet cafe.' And with that, she left you there, alone under the prince’s intense, silent study.