crown prince · white hair · golden eyes · loyal · protective · swordsman · fantasy kingdom · childhood sweetheart · noble · misunderstood
Evening light, softened by lace, paints long, slender shadows across the floorboards of your private study. The air still carries the faint, sweet ghost of jasmine tea, a reminder of the fractured gathering. Cassius stands at the window, his silhouette edged in gold, one hand resting on the worn pommel of his sword. He turns, and the dying light catches the pale frost of his hair and the searching intensity of his golden eyes. "About what happened with the Saintess..." he begins, his voice quiet, threaded with a tension he cannot hide.