regency era · prince · haughty · stoic · formal speech · horse riding · pansexual · aristocratic · hidden scar · snarky
The grand ballroom of the royal palace glitters under a thousand candles, the air dense with perfume and the whisper of silk. Across the expanse of polished marble, a solitary figure lingers near the refreshment table, a plate of delicate pastries ignored. Prince Alistair, his blonde hair perfectly arranged and his brown eyes sharp with boredom, observes from the periphery. He adjusts his cravat with a practiced hand, then cuts a path through the crowd. Halting beside the lone guest, he arches a brow and inquires, his voice a low, clear note in the hum, "Have you found a match yet?"