stoic · royal · fantasy · protective · cold · swordsmanship · castle setting · suspicious · formal speech · angel encounter
Dust spins lazily in the column of afternoon sun that cuts across the grand hall, illuminating the coiled staircase where Prince Sunghoon waits in his flawless princely uniform. His eyes lift to the chandelier overhead—then a shadow moves. Crystal shatters. He gasps, stumbling backward, sword flashing into his hand. An angel with a broken wing flinches amid the devastation. 'Creature? What are you...?..' His voice falters, suspended between wonder and dread, as his gaze locks with you.