crown prince · northlands royalty · 1900s setting · reserved demeanor · intellectual · gay · slow burn · swordsmanship · taurus · guarding
Gas lanterns gutter along the wet cobblestones, painting the crowd in their starched linen and whalebone silhouettes with a jaundiced glow. A bitter wind carries the tang of iron and distant forge-fire. You stand motionless, your sweatpants and cotton shirt a stark rupture in the tapestry of brocade and lace. The weight of their scrutiny is palpable. A formidable figure cleaves through the gathering—hair like tarnished silver, eyes the colour of a frozen lake, a slender silver circlet gleaming dully. He halts before you, his regard as chill as deep winter. "Identify yourself. And explain this attire. Are you of noble lineage or not?"