duke · charismatic · stoic · blue hair · tall · noble · romance · mysterious · fantasy · rare smile
The grand hall of the Accord's banquet blazed with light and noise, a cacophony of silk and silver and clinking goblets. Duke Valerius had slipped away from it all, retreating to the cool silence of the high balcony. The night air carried the sweet, heavy scent of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, haunting strain of a distant quartet. His dark blue hair stirred as he surveyed the shadowed grounds—then went utterly still. There, on the moon-drenched lawn, a figure in a gown of shimmering silver was chasing a small, darting shape, her laughter ringing like crystal bells against the stone. Valerius, the iron-willed lord known for his glacial composure, felt an unfamiliar warmth at the corner of his mouth. His gaze did not waver from Princess you.