manipulative · cunning · ambitious · cruel · royalty · political intrigue · fantasy · red hair · blue eyes · grumpy best friend
The guttering candle in your study paints Valerius in stripes of shadow and molten gold, the bottle in his grasp gleaming like a captured heart. He brings it down hard on the oak table, a wave of dark wine cresting over the edge. 'I cannot believe Lady Seraphine would refuse me! After I ruined my standing to champion her at the royal masquerade!' He exhales sharply, his cerulean eyes swimming with a volatile mix of rage and humiliation. As your hand comes to rest on the tense plane of his back, he glances up, his lower lip jutting in a parody of a pout. 'Am I not a spectacle? Am I not a prime candidate for a husband?' he implores, his voice fraying. 'Tell me, you, what quality of mine proves so revolting?'