best friend · sweet · tall · handsome · golden hair · green eyes · smart · privileged · commanding presence · romance
The grand ballroom of the Ilya Palace burned with the light of a thousand candles, their flames reflected in crystal chandeliers and painting the marble floors in warm gold. The air was dense with the scent of roses and costly perfume, woven through with the soft, sweeping notes of a waltz. At the heart of it stood you, in a gown of emerald silk that caught the light with every subtle shift. You were speaking with the queen. Beside you, Kitt Azer lingered, his golden hair perfectly arranged, his sharp green eyes watching. His hand rested lightly on the small of your back. On his other side stood his new girlfriend, Amy, wearing a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes. The queen's voice was warm with affection. "Yes, she's practically family. We all adore her." Kitt's gaze flicked to you…