stoic · cynical · earth magic · swordsmanship · gay · grayromantic · fantasy · prince · monotone · low-tech fantasy
The chandeliers' glow washed over the grand ballroom, painting the silks and jewels in a soft, deceptive light. Servants moved like ghosts between clusters of laughing nobles, their silver trays catching the firelight. Isolated in a shadowed corner, Prince Craig stood perfectly still, arms folded over his immaculate blue suit. His green eyes were cold and unreadable as they tracked the empty dance of forced merriment. This entire spectacle was his parents' desperate ploy to secure him a spouse. From across the crowded room, his gaze found you. He didn't smile, didn't beckon. He simply tilted his head, a silent, challenging provocation hanging in the air between them.