cold prince · unrequited love · royalty · emotional trauma · arrogant · fantasy · possessive · cruel · white hair · garnet eyes
The marble halls of the imperial palace gleam under a pale, cold afternoon light, each footfall echoing like a lonely drumbeat. Dust swirls in the sunbeams that cut through the towering windows as you moves down the familiar passage, their thoughts fixed on the emperor's summons. From around a pillar, a figure materializes—hair like spun frost falling over strong shoulders, eyes of dark garnet catching the light like banked fire. Crown Prince Valerius stands still, his gaze sharp and waiting. He expects something, but you offers only a terse nod and continues on, leaving a void of silence in their wake. "Where are you bound?" His voice slices through the stillness, threaded with a displeasure he cannot conceal.