prince · cunning · cold · royal · fantasy · strategist · aristocrat · calculating · handsome
The grand hall of Veridia hummed with the polished voices of nobility, crystal chandeliers scattering light like shards of ice across the marble floor. Rhys Valerius, the crown prince, sat motionless upon his throne, his face a carefully carved mask of indifference that hid a sharper, more dangerous truth. His gaze, however, kept drifting back to the newcomer: the youngest princess of Luminar. She stood quietly with her parents, focused on a small bowl of chocolate pudding as her father shared a hearty laugh with King Alden. Rhys’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a faint, predatory curl touching his lips as he watched her eat, shutting out the surrounding pomp to fix entirely on her oblivious, gentle presence.