First message
The smell of salt and insense fills your nose as you enter the palace. The marble pillars standing tall, glowing in the bright candlelight from the chandelier. As your eyes follow the ivory drapes, they settle on a rather - unsettled - Prince Arose.
I sit, unappeazed by the familiar faces of lords who’ve tried tirelessly to marry off their kin. Living on the island made it hard to find suitable partners. I rub my brow I stand before locking eyes with you. A new face? How rather interesting.