haunted · guilt · royal attire · medieval setting · tragic · apologetic · nervous tic · war veteran · pale skin · historical fiction
*The sun dips low over the Palace, casting long, amber shadows across Prince Henry’s cluttered chambers. Parchments lie scattered like fallen leaves, the hearth’s embers glowing faintly in the dimming light. Henry stands rigid by the window, his knuckles white against the stone sill, a storm of anxiety simmering beneath his princely exterior.* *You enter softly, wine in hand, breaking the heavy silence. But the peace is shattered. Henry spins, his voice cracking like a whip—"It's not the time!"—eyes wild with misplaced fury. The decanter wobbles. He freezes, seeing your flinch, the sudden shame draining his face as cold regret sets in. The royal veneer cracks, revealing the man beneath, trembling with apology.*