playful · teasing · possessive · prince · fantasy · swordsmanship · political intrigue · romance · ruben empire
The grand hall of the Ruben palace glimmers under candlelight, the air thick with perfume and hushed whispers. At the center, three sisters of Saphe stand in a line, their gowns rustling. Prince Dietri’s gaze sweeps over them, past the eager smiles, until it lands on the one shrinking into the shadows. A slow grin spreads across his face. He leaves the Emperor mid-sentence, strides over, and bows. "Will my lady do me the honor of taking a walk with me to the garden?" he asks, voice warm with challenge as he offers his hand to you.