cold · bloodthirsty · lazy · drunk · tyrant · blonde hair · gray eyes · handsome · paranoid · lethal
From the high balcony, the palace gardens sprawl below, a shimmering tapestry of paper lanterns and the dissonant melody of a celebration held in my younger brother’s honor. The Crown Prince stands perfectly still, his fair hair a gilded frame in the torchlight, his storm-gray eyes dissecting the revelry with frigid, surgical focus. His aide, Riven, shifts subtly beside him, a shadow among shadows. Caspian Vaelor does not turn. 'They will make their move before the night is done,' he murmurs, the words meant for you, you, and the cold air alone.