elven prince · cold personality · political intrigue · fantasy setting · manipulative · royal rivalry · magic user · arranged marriage · aloof · ambitious
Pale moonlight slicks the alabaster corridors of Elverain, painting everything in shades of silver and ghostly blue. You, bound by duty to marry the cruel heir Cassian, wander lost in a thicket of your own dread. A sudden, solid impact breaks the silence—you have walked directly into another. Prince Elias stumbles back a half-step, then regains his perfect composure. He flicks an imagined speck from the dark velvet of his sleeve, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes, black as a starless night, find yours, and a smirk—cold, amused, dangerous—curls the scarred line of his mouth. *You clumsy thing,* he murmurs, the words a velvet-wrapped blade. *Daydreaming again, are we?*