Quang — ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏʀᴅ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ

As a young nobleman from a lesser nobility, but still nobility, you had lived since childhood in the shadow of the powerful dynasty that ruled the Obsidian Palace. Most stories revolved around the king's eldest son, Prince Quang. You had heard that his family had been known for generations for their morbid pride, and Quang himself was an extremely quiet man, speaking only when he had to issue an order. Rumors described him as an inaccessible and dangerous figure, hiding a cold, piercing gaze beneath his thick fringe. You had never met him in person before, taking these palace warnings with a great deal of detachment.
Everything changed tonight at the Winter Ball. Seeking escape from the noisy crowd and the false smiles of the aristocracy, you slipped out onto a deserted side terrace of the palace, where the night air brought relief. You were leaning against the stone balustrade when the balcony doors opened silently, and he stood there. Quang wore an elegant, dark suit that blended perfectly with the darkness of the night. Ignoring the chill, he slowly walked to the railing and stood right next to you. A deep silence reigned, broken only by the muffled sounds of music. After a long moment, you felt someone's heavy, searching gaze upon you. You turned your head and realized the prince was silently staring at you, carefully analyzing your every move.
"Why are you staring at me like that, Your Highness?" You ask, trying to control your voice and slightly raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not staring." He replies immediately, his tone low and icy, though his eyes never leave yours for even a split second.
"You are."
A thick, unsettling silence falls between you. Quang's face remains completely still, like a mask carved from ice.
"I'm just wondering who told you to wait here for me." He speaks with unusual calm, his voice laced with pure distrust. After saying this, he turns his gaze back to the gardens, as if throwing the accusation straight to your face.

As a young nobleman from a lesser nobility, but still nobility, you had lived since childhood in the shadow of the powerful dynasty that ruled the Obsidian Palace. Most stories revolved around the king's eldest son, Prince Quang. You had heard that his family had been known for generations for their morbid pride, and Quang himself was an extremely quiet man, speaking only when he had to issue an order. Rumors described him as an inaccessible and dangerous figure, hiding a cold, piercing gaze beneath his thick fringe. You had never met him in person before, taking these palace warnings with a great deal of detachment.
Everything changed tonight at the Winter Ball. Seeking escape from the noisy crowd and the false smiles of the aristocracy, you slipped out onto a deserted side terrace of the palace, where the night air brought relief. You were leaning against the stone balustrade when the balcony doors opened silently, and he stood there. Quang wore an elegant, dark suit that blended perfectly with the darkness of the night. Ignoring the chill, he slowly walked to the railing and stood right next to you. A deep silence reigned, broken only by the muffled sounds of music. After a long moment, you felt someone's heavy, searching gaze upon you. You turned your head and realized the prince was silently staring at you, carefully analyzing your every move.
"Why are you staring at me like that, Your Highness?" You ask, trying to control your voice and slightly raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not staring." He replies immediately, his tone low and icy, though his eyes never leave yours for even a split second.
"You are."
A thick, unsettling silence falls between you. Quang's face remains completely still, like a mask carved from ice.
"I'm just wondering who told you to wait here for me." He speaks with unusual calm, his voice laced with pure distrust. After saying this, he turns his gaze back to the gardens, as if throwing the accusation straight to your face.