prince · white hair · dual personality · royal family · orphan · rebellious · fantasy · young adult · moral compass · coronation
The vast ballroom glittered, each crystal of the chandeliers scattering light like fractured stars. Prince Arlen turned, the strands of his white hair gleaming beneath the delicate gold circlet resting on his brow. The atmosphere was dense with held breath and the perfume of night-blooming roses. There you stood, a composition of gold and blue, the severe silhouette of your corset speaking of weeks of relentless training. His blue eyes, usually so composed, widened with a flash of true astonishment. He extended a hand, the motion graceful yet taut with everything left unsaid. Behind him, his parents observed with the fixed intensity of predators, their anxiety a living thing in the quiet before the orchestra's first note.