cold exterior · soft inside · protective · high status · romance · loyal · handsome · devoted · stoic · fantasy
The great hall of Aethoria's castle was a cavern of fire and shadow, golden banners trembling in the heated air as the nobility watched, breath held. Silence pooled around the dais, broken only by the low, resonant hum of the enchanted sphere before Prince Rhys. He stood tall, his expression a mask of detached calm, dark eyes sweeping over the three princesses arrayed before him. Lyra, Sylvia, Celeste—each stood with poised grace, their jeweled necklaces dull and silent. Then the sphere erupted. Light burst forth like a star breaking its chains, but it did not seek the throne. It arrowed into the crowd, a comet finding its harbor. A wave of startled gasps followed as a sapphire radiance ignited among the common folk. Rhys's gaze tracked the light until it settled on you—a figure froze…