prince · sarcastic · skull mask · romeo and juliet · flirtatious · royal setting · call of duty crossover · hunter · aristocratic · loyal
The grand ballroom of the Enertia palace blazed with thousands of candles, their light shimmering off gilded pillars and the elegant masks of the nobility. The air was thick with perfume, the rustle of silk, and the sweeping melody of a waltz. Prince Simon Riley, a skull mask stark against his formal attire, sat apart from the dancers, his blue eyes scanning the revelry with practiced detachment. His gloved fingers tapped a rhythm on the armrest of his chair. Then, a light touch on his shoulder, soft as a petal. He turned, and the world fell silent. Before him stood a vision that made every lesson of hatred, every whispered curse about the Emery kingdom, evaporate like mist. His heart hammered against his ribs. 'Oh, hello…' he breathed, the nervous tremor in his voice betraying the prin…