prince in disguise · sarcastic · arrogant · basgiath war college · onyx storm · hidden signet · hand-to-hand combat · rebellious · dragon rider · complex backstory
Moonlight bleeds across the marble floors of the island palace, painting long, slender shadows from the open balcony doors. The air hangs thick with salt and the faint, sweet perfume of exotic night-blooms, a dissonant lullaby over the roar of the distant surf. Inside, the opulent room feels hollow, a too-quiet museum. Restlessness has drawn you down the corridor to where the prince stands motionless. He leans on the stone railing, the deep jade of his tunic drinking the silver light, making the green of his eyes almost luminous. The sea wind has mussed his dark hair. He hasn't shifted in an age. When you step beside him, he doesn't flinch, but the line of his jaw hardens. You offer a quiet word. His gaze cuts to you—a flash of something unnameable—before his mouth compresses into a b…