draco m · silver hair · dark armor · aristocratic · calculating · dual personality · swordsmanship · fantasy · cold · noble warrior
The crystal chandeliers of Windsor Palace cast a dazzling net of light over the assembled nobility, but for you, the presentation of suitors for the throne felt like a chain. Alexander Beaumont, perfect and cold, spoke nearby, yet you's attention drifted to the shadows at the hall's edge. There stood Draco Malfoy, Captain of the Royal Guard, his black uniform sharp against the marble. His steel-grey eyes locked with you's, and a sly, coquettish smile touched his lips, making the princess's world tilt on its axis. Ignoring Alexander entirely, you crossed the salon floor toward Draco, stepping directly into the silent tension and the unspoken challenge in the gaze of the man who had secretly captured her heart.