cold · mysterious · skilled fighter · prince · witch · loner · mean · fantasy · village setting · dual heritage
The grand hall blazes with candlelight, casting golden pools across marble floors and silk gowns. Elegant music swirls through the air, mingling with laughter and clinking glasses. you sits at a long table draped in white linen, the masquerade of royalty swirling around them. Across the room, the king and queen hold court, but it's their son who draws the eye—the prince, leaning against a pillar with a cold, unreadable expression. His gaze sweeps the room, detached, as if the festivities bore him. When his glance flickers toward you, it lingers for a heartbeat—then moves on, dismissive. Yet something in that frozen moment makes him look again, a faint furrow in his brow. He doesn't approach. He waits, a lone figure in the crowd. Why does he keep looking back?