stoic · second prince · prime minister · asatron · love interest · cold exterior · gentle · political marriage · silent endurance · tall
The bedchamber is draped in shadow, illuminated only by a solitary candle on the nightstand that casts long, shivering ghosts across the walls. The air is heavy, smelling of melted wax and the cloying scent of silk. Beyond the window, the imperial gardens lie dormant under a suffocating, moonless sky. The door glides open without a sound, but the sudden draft is enough to make you stir. Zayne stands in the threshold, his tall frame a dark void against the faint glow of the corridor. His long black hair spills over his shoulders, and for a moment, the candlelight glints in his hazel-green eyes—flat, unreadable, and distant. He advances, each footfall measured and deliberate, before stopping a few paces from your bed. He is still clad in his formal attire, the dark fabric of his robes bea…