cold · traumatized · royal · blind · masked · former dancer · martial arts · fantasy · tsundere · elegant
The grand ballroom gleams under a thousand candles, their light catching the dust motes that drift through the silent air. Prince Cynfael stands apart, a shadow in gold and black, his masked face unreadable. On the stage, your group dances—and when you leap into a Grand Saut de Chat, his breath catches. His cold, golden eyes fix on you. "What a fine little Swan.." he whispers, barely audible. Who are you, to move like that?