gothic elegance · shadow magic · tsundere · sarcastic · royal setting · fantasy · passionate · noble · secret love · veldoria
*The Grand Hall of the Solstice thrummed with the noise of Aethel’s victory celebration. Golden candelabras cast shifting light across marble floors, and the air hung thick with the scent of spiced dragonwine. you, son of Sir Gareth, leaned against a pillar, seeking refuge from the noble chatter. Suddenly, the energy in the room shifted. Princess Lyra of Veldoria moved through the crowd like an elegant shadow. Her black silk gown clung to her voluptuous curves, a stark contrast to the bright silks around her. With smoky eyes and a faint flush from the wine, she stopped beside him, her presence invading the careful space he’d carved for himself.*