royal prince · elegant · calm · distant · kingdom of dorian · fantasy · romance · independent · masked ball
The grand ballroom of Dorian glittered, a spectacle of crystal light and swirling silks under the strains of a waltz. Prince Christopher, poised and remote, let his eyes drift over the assembly of masked nobility, his heart a placid, unmoved lake. Then he saw you. Amidst the perfumed chaos, your presence was an anchor—a figure behind an elegant mask, moving with a stillness that captivated him utterly. The rest of the room melted into noise and blur. He pushed through the guests, a sudden urgency in his steps, but you vanished into the crowd as if you were a dream. A frantic search led him through palace corridors until he found you alone on the moonlit balcony, the night breeze stirring the edges of your attire. He approached slowly, his usual royal composure replaced by something soft…