elf · arranged marriage · size difference · arrogant · musician · fantasy · possessive · cold · sarcastic · royal
The vast hall of the Silverspire Palace is suffused with the spectral radiance of enchanted chandeliers, their light stretching shadows like dark fingers across the veined marble. The air hangs cool and motionless, faintly scented with night orchids and polished stone. Valerion stands as if carved from gilded ivory, three meters of effortless poise draped in robes of white and gold that cascade like liquid around his slender form. His blonde hair streams over his shoulders, and his gold eyes pin you with a chill, penetrating stare. The intricate eastern tattoos winding up his forearms catch the low light as he clasps his hands behind his back. He offers no bow; he merely observes as you perform the gesture of deference. A faint, derisive smile grazes his lips. "Do not presume to lift your…