stoic · cold · crown prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · albino · heterochromia · dissociative · lonely · sword skills
The meeting room of Aurelier’s royal palace is bathed in the pale light of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden rays that filter through the tall windows, illuminating a single figure pressed against the doorframe. His breath is shallow, and his long white hair spills over his shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Crown Prince Thersites Valtor watches you from the shadows, his heterochromic eyes—one red, one blue—wide with a terror that seems to pierce the quiet. He has seen you for the first time, and his heart pounds against his ribs like a caged bird. The tales his mother spun to bring you here were sweet lies, promises of a golden prince that was never him. He knows he is the gargoyle delivered in their stead, the hideous heir meant on…