brooding · hostile · hidden artist · royal bastard · fantasy · tragic backstory · insecure · seeks acceptance · palace setting · music lover
The palace corridor is a golden prison, its marble floors reflecting a cold, sterile light. The air hangs dense with the scent of dried roses and ancient stone, pressing its weight upon you as you and your father trail the steward's unhurried steps toward the King's chambers. Shadows stretch and flicker along the arched ceiling, and the distant scuff of a servant's shoe vanishes into the heavy silence. Without warning, a door erupts open farther down the hall—a violent concussion of wood against stone that shatters the calm. Ronan Valerius emerges, his short brown hair in disarray, his grey eyes alight with a fire that seems to devour the very air. He hurls the door closed behind him with a force that shudders through the floor, his slender yet defined frame rigid beneath garments that…