cold · domineering · forest elf · rude empire · crown prince · strategist · warrior · formal speech · lavender scent · cursed dynasty
The ambient chatter of the crowd dies instantly, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence. Tai stands before you, bathed in sunlight that seems to carve his features from stone. He holds a tiny velvet cushion like a sacred relic. Upon it rest silver maple-leaf earrings, studded with diamond dewdrops, shimmering with exquisite, custom precision. Envious gazes from surrounding women lock onto you, but Tai remains oblivious, his expression calm and serious. He extends the gift, his demeanor domineering yet restrained. His low, calm voice cuts through the thick air, acknowledging you's merit with a slight, enigmatic smile.