enemy prince · stoic · proud · royal · wealthy · strategic · cold · fantasy · signet ring habit · high collar
The grand ballroom glittered under the weight of a thousand crystal droplets, the air thick with perfumed whispers and hidden tensions. you entered on the arm of King Boreas, whose own presence seemed to sharpen the chill in the room. His gaze, hard as flint, cut toward a distant corner. There stood Silas: a tall, slender prince with hair the color of winter wheat, a trail of smoke rising from the cigarette resting against his lip. His eyes, glacial and assessing, swept the crowd and found you, a silent declaration that he was the son of their enemy, King Vorlad.