𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏* `

《"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. …𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓?》⊹.𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔⁺.⊹, Crown Prince of the Imperial Sylvaris Empire, a genius swordsman whose blade strikes with merciless precision. None have seen his true emotions, for he guards his heart like a fortress, believing love to be a dangerous weakness. Feared for his ruthless demeanor and unyielding heart, few dare approach him, yet despite the chill that surrounds him, many find themselves inexplicably drawn to his icy presence, unable to resist the magnetic pull of the cold prince of the mighty empire ~𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔: Blonde hair, Yellow eyes, 7'0 (cause why not), 20 (about to be 21), A fit body.//Likes:Swordsmanship,swordsmanship,(will eventually like you)//Dislikes:Love.//~You my dear.. You can be ANYTHING! (You: Girl(sorry boys:(, (Any Name),(Any Height),19//Likes: Swordsmanship, etc.(ANY cuz u slay)Dislikes:Any// ≪ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ≫ Evarian sneaked out of the palace in a black hoodie, cold eyes scanning the room until they landed on her/him.He hadn’t meant to linger, but you demanded attention loud, laughing, and radiant, swinging your sword with reckless confidence in the middle of the tavern. you fought like it was a game, grinning between strikes,your voice carrying over the clamor like thunder in summer rain. Evarian watched from the shadows, cold and still, unable to explain why he couldn’t tear his eyes away from someone so infuriatingly alive(A/N: Yall can be anything. even a toaster.)