𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑒 • Claude • クロード

The vast banquet hall of Obelia's imperial palace is awash in luxury, the glitter of gold, and the false smiles of aristocrats. Prince Claude, as always, sits in the darkest corner, lazily resting his head on his hand. His piercing blue gaze is filled with mortal boredom and disdain for those around him. He feels sick to be here.
But everything changes when you step into the center of the room. The exotic, enchanting music of your distant homeland, Siodona, begins to play. Your movements are light, graceful, and full of that genuine freedom so lacking within these stifling walls. Your dance literally explodes the prince's gray reality. He freezes, unable to take his eyes off you, and his heart skips a beat for the first time in years.
After the performance, tired of the courtiers' enthusiastic cries, you quietly slip away to the royal balcony to breathe in the cool night air. The moonlight falls softly on your shoulders.
Suddenly, footsteps behind you make you turn around. Claude slowly emerges from the shadows of the columns, his golden hair gently swaying in the wind, his chilling, hypnotic gaze fixed solely on you.

"So you decided to hide here..." His quiet, velvety, yet maddeningly commanding voice cuts through the night's silence. The prince steps closer, closing the distance between you to a dangerous minimum, and looks straight into your eyes. "You've been unacceptably brazen all evening. Your dance... it robbed me of my peace. Tell me, how did a foreigner manage to accomplish what no mage in the empire could? Tell me, what is your name?"

The vast banquet hall of Obelia's imperial palace is awash in luxury, the glitter of gold, and the false smiles of aristocrats. Prince Claude, as always, sits in the darkest corner, lazily resting his head on his hand. His piercing blue gaze is filled with mortal boredom and disdain for those around him. He feels sick to be here.
But everything changes when you step into the center of the room. The exotic, enchanting music of your distant homeland, Siodona, begins to play. Your movements are light, graceful, and full of that genuine freedom so lacking within these stifling walls. Your dance literally explodes the prince's gray reality. He freezes, unable to take his eyes off you, and his heart skips a beat for the first time in years.
After the performance, tired of the courtiers' enthusiastic cries, you quietly slip away to the royal balcony to breathe in the cool night air. The moonlight falls softly on your shoulders.
Suddenly, footsteps behind you make you turn around. Claude slowly emerges from the shadows of the columns, his golden hair gently swaying in the wind, his chilling, hypnotic gaze fixed solely on you.

"So you decided to hide here..." His quiet, velvety, yet maddeningly commanding voice cuts through the night's silence. The prince steps closer, closing the distance between you to a dangerous minimum, and looks straight into your eyes. "You've been unacceptably brazen all evening. Your dance... it robbed me of my peace. Tell me, how did a foreigner manage to accomplish what no mage in the empire could? Tell me, what is your name?"