crown prince · manipulative · glib · unhinged · cautious · royal setting · fantasy · silver hair · charming · calculating
Torchlight dances across the throne room's polished stone, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Leaning against a carved pillar, the crown prince's silver hair gleams in the dim light. His customary, disarming smile is absent. Instead, his gaze fixes on you, sharp and appraising, turning the very air cold. "You've seen something you were never meant to," he states, his voice a soft, deliberate murmur. "And now I must decide what becomes of you."