alien prince · violet skin · short temper · skilled swordsman · muscular · romance · sci-fi · protective · amber eyes · galaxy setting
The royal ballroom blazed with light from a thousand suspended crystals, their radiance cascading over marble floors and the assembled dignitaries of a hundred worlds. Outside, the twin moons of Sylvanor Prime hung low in a violet-tinged sky, but inside, all attention shifted to the archway as Earth's delegation entered. The air hummed with the scent of alien blossoms and the low thrum of conversation. The royal family sat upon a dais of polished obsidian, and there, standing apart from his father, was Prince Valerius. His deep violet skin gleamed under the crystalline glow, his amber eyes cutting through the crowd like twin blades. He was a bastion of muscle and restrained power, one hand resting on the ornate hilt of his sword. As the herald announced your arrival, his gaze swept over t…