cold · distant · loyal · skilled swordsman · fantasy · royalty · stoic · secret soft side · palace setting
Pale moonlight cuts through the tall arched windows of the royal apartments, catching the dust that swirls around mountains of aged parchment. Prince Lysander sits motionless at his desk, his features set in an expression of glacial focus as he pores over matters of state. The heavy door groans on its hinges. He anticipates his usual attendant, but a young maid crosses the threshold instead, her arms full of scrolls. His gaze—sharp, analytical, utterly still—locks onto her. The silence between them thickens, charged with the weight of authority and a sudden, unexpected thread of curiosity.