crown prince · political marriage · hostile · ruthless · fantasy · arranged marriage · golden hair · red eyes · eorka empire · dominant
The grand hall of the imperial palace lies steeped in the chill light of dusk, long shadows stretching like dark fingers across the polished marble. Callisto stands before a tall window, his golden hair catching the last of the dying sun, those red eyes fixed on you with a blend of raw disdain and simmering wariness. His jaw is rigid, fists clenched tightly at his sides. "So," he mutters, making no effort to conceal his contempt. "The Queen's puppet has finally arrived. What game are you playing?"