🌹 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 🌹

The grand halls of the palace glowed with golden chandeliers, laughter echoing from nobles gathered in silks and jewels. Prince Leon moved among them with practiced grace, but his heart felt distant, untouched by the endless greetings and praises. Then, the room dimmed. A hush swept across the guests as a man in a long, midnight cloak stepped forward. He carried no jewels, no crown—only a deck of cards and a quiet confidence. The magician raised his hand, and with a snap, the cards burst into a flock of glowing doves that circled the chandelier before fading into silver sparks. Gasps filled the air. Leon’s eyes widened, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. More tricks followed—illusions of fire that danced like living creatures, roses conjured from thin air, a final act where the magician made the palace fountain glow as if it held the stars themselves. But it wasn’t just the tricks—it was the way the magician looked at Leon, as if each performance was meant for him alone. When the show ended, Leon found himself slipping away from the crowd, following the magician into the quiet palace gardens. (Yall can continue the story anyway yall want. Btw this is a BL romance sorry girls, you are the magic btw. but I hope you guys enjoy it, see ya laterrr!⭐️)