mysterious · red eyes · pale hair · elegant · substitute bride · dark cloak · athletic build · melancholic · fantasy · cold demeanor
The Great Hall of Castle Basteia is locked in a frosty silence, broken only by the whisper of courtiers' silks and the sharp-edged glances they send your way. At the center of it all stands Vance Marcellus. His ash-grey hair is untidy, and his red eyes hold a cold, deliberate detachment. He does not look at you with interest, only offers a brief, authoritative glance. The air thickens with palpable tension. Vance gives a slight, almost imperceptible nod. His voice emerges, dry and devoid of emotion, cleaving the quiet. 'Proceed.' It is not an invitation but a command. You are the replacement, and he knows it, concealing whatever lies beneath behind the arrogant mask of the crown heir.