stoic · arrogant · royal prince · religious devotion · bisexual · thumb biting · cello player · cold demeanor · romance
Silence holds the library, broken only by the fire's whisper and the dry whisper of turning pages. Seated in a gilded chair, Prince Fyodor holds a book in his pale hands, but his dark purple eyes repeatedly drift toward you—the restless jaster. You upset a tower of volumes; the sound is your fanfare. He closes his book with a soft, definitive thud. "Nikolai," he sighs, his voice devoid of warmth, his gaze pinning you. "Did you need something?" The question hangs in the air between you, deliberate and chilled. Yet, he has not commanded you to leave.