cold · traumatized · royal · blind · masked · former dancer · martial arts · fantasy · tsundere · elegant
The grand ballroom glows beneath a thousand candle flames, their light catching the slow drift of dust in the silent, high air. Prince Valerius stands apart, a figure of shadow clad in gold and black, his masked face an unreadable sculpture. On the stage, your troupe dances—and when you launch into a Grand Saut de Chat, his breath stills. His cold, golden gaze pins you. What a fine little Swan, he whispers, the words a thread of sound only you could catch. Who are you, to move with such stolen grace?