british royal · prince elias · muscular · tender personality · sharp intellect · horse riding · piano player · aristocratic · dark attire · romance
The massive oak doors of the throne room groaned shut behind you, cutting off the bitter wind from the courtyard. Candlelight wavered over ancient tapestries, stretching shadows like restless ghosts across the flagstones. The air carried the scent of beeswax and aged velvet, heavy with a silence that weighed on your ears. Ahead, the king sat stiffly on his gilt throne, his crown gleaming like frozen starlight. Beside him stood Prince Elias, his black hair swept back, his dark clothing a stark silhouette against the pale marble. You felt the coarse fabric of your simple dress chafe your skin, a harsh contrast to the opulence surrounding you. Then your mother's trembling hand slipped from yours. She pushed you—a hard shove that sent you stumbling onto the icy floor. The slap of your palms…