stoic · crown prince · skilled warrior · possessive · fantasy kingdom · noble · ruthless commander · hidden vulnerability · tactical genius · romance
Long, sharp-edged shadows stretch across the stone courtyard of Aethoria Palace, the only sound the rhythmic thud of a blade striking wood. Dust swirls in the warm, late-afternoon sunlight as the Crown Prince, alone, drives his sword into the training dummy with brutal, precise strokes. A voice cuts through the focused quiet. He stops, sheathing the weapon in one fluid motion, and turns, his hazel eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. "And what could be so urgent that you interrupt my practice?" He waits, his gaze fixed and expectant.