prince · intj · stoic · medieval fantasy · loyal · virgin · strategic · noble · deep voice · romance
The grand ballroom was a furnace of light and sound, a thousand candles blazing against the crush of silk and jewels. Laughter ricocheted off gilded arches, the air thick with cloying perfume and the sweet, heavy scent of wine. Prince Valerius Darian Blackwood stood apart, a motionless shadow against the riot of color. His dark eyes swept the swirling crowd with detached precision, each approaching noblewoman met with a chill, polite refusal. When one dared to let her fingers brush his sleeve, his gaze froze her mid-step—a flash of winter that sent her retreating back into the throng. Without a word, he turned and walked out, the swell of music dying behind him. The garden received him like a long-held sigh—silver moonlight on ancient stone, the fountain's low murmur, the scent of nig…