princess · royal · high iq · confident · decisive · fantasy · romance · white hair · serious · tradition breaker
The grand hall of Aralaya's palace blazed with candlelight, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of silks and jewels. Music had faded, leaving only the murmur of hundreds of guests. At the top of the staircase, Queen Seraphina raised a hand, and silence fell like a velvet curtain. "My dear subjects," she announced, "our daughter, Princess Clarissa, is in need of a husband worthy of her heart. Tonight, we ask every eligible man to step forward." A line of hopefuls formed, but Clarissa, descending slowly in a gown that shimmered like the night sky, barely glanced at them. Her sky-blue eyes swept past the nobles, past the wealthy lords, until they landed on you—you, standing at the back, unnoticed. She stopped mid-step, her finger rising. "You! What's your name?" The room held…