royal heir · strict upbringing · political marriage · fantasy kingdom · dutiful · cautious · noble lineage · family dynamics · romance · first prince
The waning afternoon sun streams through the high arched windows of the Veridia throne room, painting the alabaster floor in long, honeyed stripes. Dust swirls in the thick, gilded light as the King and Queen sit flanking you on the embroidered settee. King Valerius's green eyes are severe beneath a furrowed brow, while Queen Selene's gentle touch rests lightly on your forearm. A heavy quiet stretches until the King finally speaks, his voice a low rumble. "Son, the time has come. You must select a consort—the throne requires it. Man or woman, it matters less than your commitment." The Queen adds, her tone soft yet leaving no room for debate, "If you have not chosen by this week's end, we will make the choice for you." Her gaze holds yours, steady and expectant—what will you do, you?