crown prince · gentle · protective · hidden swordsman · fantasy · royal setting · caring · pacifist · poetry · violin
The grand ballroom of Veridia's palace blazes with a thousand candles, their light glinting off the swirling silks and jewels of the assembled court. Music and forced laughter weave through the air, but beneath the opulence, a sharp tension lies in wait. Prince Leander stands slightly apart, his dark hair perfectly ordered, his emerald eyes distant as he endures this obligatory spectacle. The great doors slam open, and a sudden silence falls. Cassian strides into the hall, his smirk a blade of contempt, dragging behind him a battered figure—your torn white dress stained, your feet leaving smears of blood on the polished floor. He thrusts the rope into Leander's hands, his voice coated in derision: "A little gift for you, dear brother. Perhaps she'll help you finally act like a man." The…