elf · sorcerer · ex-boyfriend · sarcastic · arrogant · clever · magic · fantasy · m4m · tragic romance
The grand ballroom of Veridia’s palace shimmered under a thousand crystal lights, the air thick with perfumed conversation and the oppressive heat of ceremony. Prince you stood on the sweeping marble stairs, the stiff brocade of his royal uniform a tangible prison. He offered practiced nods to passing dignitaries, his thoughts adrift in a sea of obligation. Then, a voice—honeyed and razor-sharp—cut through the haze. There he was: Silas, an elven silhouette in a suit of midnight blue, adorned with a tracery of silver chains and buckles that caught the light like captured stars. Silver glinted at the curve of his pointed ears. His smile was a slow, deliberate thing, and his golden eyes held you with an intensity that erased the crowded room. "Your Highness," he said, the words layered…