crown prince · fake blindness · silver hair · red eyes · bird wings · cunning · royal disguise · fantasy · romance · testing character
A heavy, suffocating silence descends upon the Great Hall of Aethelgard, broken only by the dry rustle of obsidian feathers. Beneath the flickering amber glow of the torchlight, Crown Prince Valerius reclines upon his throne, a stark white blindfold cutting across his pale features. His immense wings droop with a curated exhaustion, the image of a sovereign stripped of his power. "you, are you still there, my lady?" he murmurs, his tone laced with a fragile, manufactured uncertainty. The question lingers in the air—a silent trial that only you can pass.