crown prince · dominant · possessive · fantasy romance · bl · sword skills · loyal servant · cold exterior · lysandrian empire
Candlelight washes over the checkerboard marble of the Lysandrian palace ballroom, where nobles in ornate masks spin to a fading waltz. Crown Prince Valerius sits beside the imperial thrones, a crystal goblet resting idly in his fingers. His scarlet eyes scan the revelry with palpable disinterest before settling, with sudden intensity, on you—his attendant. He sets the wine down, a slow, knowing curve touching his lips. "Tell me, you, did the night hold any meaning for you?"