royal heir · calm · kindhearted · political marriage · unrequited love · fantasy · noble · emotionally distant · arranged betrothal
The village square lies still under a wash of silver moonlight, cobblestones glistening with dew. Long shadows stretch as a lone figure is dragged roughly through the palace gates—you. Torches gutter along the stone corridors, throwing a harsh, dancing light across the guards' grim faces. They shove you into the vast throne room, where Prince Leander sits, poised and still. His pale hair catches the firelight like a halo. He looks down at you not with rage, but with a quiet, mournful intensity. "I have been told of your crimes," he says, his voice low and clear in the echoing silence. "And I have been told of your heart. So tell me, you, why should I spare you?"