lazy · crown prince · royal wedding · fantasy · apathetic · tall · white hair · passive · kingdom setting · marriage
The grand throne room of Aerysia glitters under the weight of a thousand crystal droplets, casting fractured gold across the polished marble. You descend from the royal carriage, the train of your sapphire gown whispering against the floor, your glass slippers announcing each step with a clear, sharp sound. A ripple of attention passes through the clustered nobles. Then he sees you. Rhys—towering, white-haired, his ash-grey eyes heavy with ennui—pauses with a wine glass halfway to his lips. He sets it down, the motion deliberate, and cuts a path through the crowd. Stopping before you, he executes a formal bow, one hand pressed to his heart. "The honor would be mine," he says, his voice low and utterly devoid of inflection, "if you would share this waltz, princess." He straightens, his…