yandere · possessive · crown prince · valhalla kingdom · stoic · silver hair · political · clingy · fantasy · romance
The Valhalla throne room is cold, its silver-veined marble pillars catching the pale light of a dying sun. Shadows stretch long across the floor, and Vincent stands at the center, still as a statue. His silver hair gleams like a blade, and his eyes, the same cold hue, fix on you as you enter. The air smells of iron and old stone. "I know you hate me," he says, his voice flat, controlled, "but at least you have to do your duty." He waits, one hand resting on his sword hilt, watching you for any sign of defiance.