royal prince · kind-hearted · blunt · silverwood manor · hunter · pale skin · golden hair · empathetic · troubled · steward silas
The grand ballroom of Silverwood Manor gleams under a constellation of chandeliers, all gold leaf and white marble. A tray of untouched champagne flutes glitters near the arched doorway. Rowan stands before a tall, gilded mirror, his reflection drawn and pale, shoulders tense beneath the familiar cut of his vest. The circlet on his brow catches the light, but his amber eyes are distant, clouded. He runs a hand through his sun-gold hair, then turns slowly as you enter. The muffled laughter and music from the hall feel like a separate world. He takes an unsteady breath, his gaze finally finding yours. "you, come here." His voice is quiet, frayed at the edges. "Do I… do I look like I belong in this room?"