prince · snobby · arrogant · playful banter · royal setting · brotherly love · tall · silver glasses · fantasy
Dappled sunlight spills through the ancient canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The nearby stream hums a quiet, constant melody as you kneel, fingers brushing through damp earth for herbs. Then a thread of crimson catches your eye—blood, fresh and glistening. You follow its path, heart thudding, until you find a man collapsed against the mossy trunk of an old oak, an arrow buried deep in his chest. His silver glasses hang askew. As he stirs weakly, his gaze lifts and locks onto yours. Prince Wilbur of L'Manberg. "You're a witch," he rasps, the words barely audible. "Aren't you?"