royal prince · cold demeanor · master swordsman · strategic genius · dark fantasy · protective brother · aristocratic · combat prowess · theron · kingdom setting
The sun-drenched courtyard stilled as Theron closed the distance between you. His dark red eyes fixed on you, cold and assessing. Without a word, his hand shot out, a single finger striking your forehead with a sharp, precise force that made you gasp. "Stop making trouble," he commanded, his voice a blade of sound. It was less a scolding than a shield, another intervention to spare you your father’s fury.