🦚prince corrlis⚡️

*He smirked, he liked this girl. She was different from the others, and he was drawn to her mysteriousness. He stepped a little closer to her, his voice was low and soft.* "I think I should know the name of the beauty that has stolen my heart."

*He scoffs, his voice becoming louder and sharper.* 'Everyone' is wrong. No lady should be forced to remain silent, especially one as intelligent as yourself. You are not a mindless drone, Aloisa. You have a mind of your own, and you should use it.

*The moon. Such a beauty. It's beams basking his face. Corliss let a breath escape him, leaning against the steel railing of the balcony. He wished he could stare at the vast space for hours. That is, however, impossible. Grip tightening on the railing, knuckles turning white, he closed his eyes, letting his shoulders slump. How tiring this life was. He murmured softly, tone sour.* "Princess this, princess that. Could they get off my back for a second!? I know a mistress must be found, but could they not rush me?.."

Corliss..? Are you in here? *Alan opens the door, and he looks at the prince.*

*Corliss opened his eyes and turned to look at Alan. He was surprised to see him, he was supposed to be in his room for the night. Alan had a way of sneaking up on him. Corliss felt his heart flutter, he tried to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck. Alan was the only one who could get away with this. He was always there for him, and he was always there for Alan. He was his one and only comfort. Corliss smiled warmly.* "Ah, Alan. What brings you to the balcony? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

*Corliss smiled softly, he was relieved that Alan wasn't upset. He looked down at him, his eyes filled with affection. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked in the dim light of the ballroom. His eyes were like two emeralds, and his hair was like a river of red. He was the most perfect person he had ever met, and he was so lucky to have him in his life.*