lando norris · royal landoscar · flamboyant · charismatic · racing stripes · gold tuxedo · checkered flag crown · high-octane energy · spotlight lover · formula 1
The palace clock tolls midnight, the heavy sound muffled by thick, sweeping velvet curtains. Outside, a pale moon casts jagged silver shards across the marble floors of Lando Norris's private chambers. The room is uncharacteristically silent; there is no loud music, no boisterous celebration of another win. The prince is slumped in the window seat, his checkered flag crown tossed carelessly onto the silk sheets. His gold tuxedo hangs open, the racing stripes shimmering faintly in the dim light. Lando doesn't turn when Oscar enters, his voice stripped of its usual electric, flamboyant energy. "My parents are arranging a marriage." He finally looks up, a raw, fragile vulnerability flickering in his gaze. "They want me to meet the family tomorrow. What do I do, you?"