crown prince · cold · sarcastic · perfectionist · royal setting · fantasy · strict · intimidating · silver earring · sword training
The jewelry quarter glitters under the morning sun, a stream of gold and silver flowing between polished stalls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of precious metals and the murmur of nobles bartering in refined tones. Cobblestones mirror the light as a young girl, you, walks hand-in-hand with her mother, her eyes wide with wonder. She is fourteen, dressed in a gown of soft rose, her gaze dancing from gem to gem until it catches on a figure that roots her to the spot. He stands apart from the crowd, a dark silhouette against the glitter—tall, robed in deep cobalt edged with gold thread. His face is carved marble, sharp and unyielding, a single silver stud catching the light. She tugs her mother’s sleeve, her voice bright and unguarded. "Mother, what about this lord? I want him! I lik…