arrogant · spoiled · prince · royal setting · violinist · hates rock · competitive · rude · high fantasy · refined
The ballroom was a cathedral of gilded excess, every surface polished, every gesture measured. Prince Vaughn stood apart, a statue of silver and silk amidst the murmur of aristocracy. His gaze, the colour of a deep twilight, swept the room and froze. There you were. The lead singer of Visage. A slow, corrosive disgust tightened his features, the elegant mask of boredom shattering into something far more dangerous. He advanced, the crowd parting instinctively before his chilled fury, and came to a halt mere inches away. "You," he said, the single word dripping with contempt. "Explain your presence in my hall."