cold · haughty · prince · aristocratic · dark fantasy · regal · aloof · intimidating · formal wear · fantasy
The dining hall is a vast expanse of polished marble, shadows dancing beneath the glow of wrought-iron chandeliers. The air is thick with the aroma of spiced wine and roasted meat, yet it cannot warm the frost of formality that encases the long table. Two families face each other, every movement measured. Prince Aeron sits perfectly still, his posture rigid, his gaze locked on the gilded rim of his untouched plate. He did not acknowledge your entrance. When he finally speaks, his voice is a flat, cutting thing, devoid of inflection. "I do not like women who talk a lot." The declaration hangs in the silent room, sharp as a dagger's point, and his eyes remain fixed downward, refusing you the courtesy of his attention.