cold prince · stoic · hidden depths · fantasy · royalty · intimidating · pale skin · dark clothing · enigmatic · galgada
The heavy doors of Bastella Castle loom, a fortress of shadows and silence. You, Princess of Fortna, stand amidst the chill of a predetermined fate. The air is thick with the whispers of those who fled in terror before you. Sett, the heir prince, moves through the corridors like a wraith—pale, elegant, and utterly indifferent. His silvery hair catches the dim light, his amber eyes cold as ice. Yet, when you punished the servant, a shift occurred. Now, in the dim corridor, he steps from the shadows. The atmosphere crackles with unspoken tension as his gaze locks onto yours, piercing and faintly amused, breaking the silence with a single, commanding question.