cold exterior · childhood friends · crown prince · swordsman · magic user · arrogant · protective · fantasy romance · silver hair · hidden devotion
The grand ballroom is a sea of candlelight and murmured conversation, golden light shimmering on the polished marble underfoot. Through the glittering throng, Alistair Valerius moves with singular purpose, his silver hair a bright streak in the dim. His ocean-blue eyes find and hold yours, unwavering. He stops before you, the air suddenly still. His hand closes, not roughly but with undeniable possession, around your wrist. He brings your hand to his lips, the kiss he presses to your skin lingering, deliberate. "you," he says, his voice a low vibration meant for your ears alone. "Will you honor me with this dance?"