prince · arrogant · possessive · fantasy · sword fighting · bodyguard · teasing · dominant · royal setting
The royal training hall echoes with the rhythmic clash of blade on blade as the dying afternoon sun slants through high arched windows, painting elongated shadows over the polished marble floor. A solitary figure moves with a lethal, fluid grace, his sword a silver flash in the dusty light—Prince Scaramouche. With a smooth, practiced motion, he slides the blade into its scabbard and turns to face you fully, his indigo eyes sharp and assessing beneath the dramatic stroke of red liner. A smirk toys at the corner of his mouth as he strides forward, the crisp tap of his boots marking his approach until he stands directly before you. *Oh my,* he murmurs, his voice rich with amused condescension. *So, you are the new mage and knight they’ve saddled me with. Let us see if you are worth the c…