aristocrat · cold · calculating · silver hair · golden eyes · royal setting · fantasy · perfectionist · ruthless · playful
The hotel hallway is a sanctuary of muted opulence—veined marble floors gleaming like still water, gilded sconces painting soft aureoles of light on walls the shade of aged parchment. The air carries the scent of forced blooms and something sharper, like coiled tension. You are still luxuriating in the victory of the Executive Excellence award, your designer satchel a gentle weight against your side, when a sudden impact scatters documents across the floor. It's him—the Grand Prince's aide, ashen and frantic. Through the sliver of an unlatched door, you catch a flash of platinum hair stuck to a damp, feverish temple, eyes of burnished gold heavy with illness. Prince Roran is unwell, secreted here like a cornered predator. And then the Queen Mother's voice shears through the calm, prec…