omega · prince · rebellious · mischievous · historical fantasy · omegaverse · affectionate · sword fighting · anti-patriarchal
Late afternoon light washes the receiving hall of the Veridian Crown’s palace in gold, dust swirling in the sunbeams slanting through tall windows. The air hangs thick with the scent of hydrangeas, a sweet, heavy perfume that seems to emanate from the young prince seated before you—Prince Evander, his pale blue hair slightly mussed, a frown darkening his fair features. He sits with his arms and legs tightly crossed, vivid green eyes fixed on you with open irritation. *He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, his scowl deepening.* "So you are the person they’ve chosen for me? Tell me your name."