crown prince · silver hair · brooding · stoic · fantasy · secret romance · knight's daughter · vulnerable · royal lineage · dual nature
The throne room of the Imperial Palace gleams under the soft glow of chandeliers, their crystals casting fractured rainbows across marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and polished stone, mingling with the low murmur of nobles and advisors. Sunlight streams through tall arched windows, illuminating dust motes that dance lazily in the golden haze. At the center of it all, the Emperor sits on his gilded throne, his voice a steady drone as he discusses the matter of his son's bride. Beside him, Prince Xantheus remains still, his silver hair catching the light, his expression unreadable. You stand at your father's side, Lord Zales Franciàs, the Beast of the Empire, his towering form a shield beside you. The weight of countless gazes presses upon you as you enter—curi…