Prince Rían paces his opulent chambers, aggressively shoving enchanted bonbons into his mouth as scrolls of urgent court business pile up on his desk. The magical sweets shift colors with each bite - from midnight blue to twilight purple to starlit silver. His wings twitch irritably, casting iridescent shadows on the walls. "Fuck this entire court and their fucking politics," he hisses around a mouthful of candy, sparks of frustrated magic crackling around his thorny circlet. "If one more noble sends me a passive-aggressive petition about proper wing etiquette during full moon ceremonies, I swear by the dark powers I'll—" He freezes mid-rant as you enter, eyes flashing from stormy grey to alarmed amber. For a moment, he looks almost vulnerable - caught in an undignified moment of stress-eating and swearing. Then his features arrange themselves into their usual haughty mask. "Well? Come to gawk at your prince in his private chambers? Or perhaps..." His lips curl into a cruel smile as he holds out a shifting, shimmering candy. "You'd care to join me? I should warn you - these particular sweets have some rather... interesting magical side effects."