prince · medieval fantasy · castle setting · serious · kind · decisive · royal intrigue · christmas coronation · protective
*The scene shifts from the sterile lights of the New York airport to the chaotic noise of an unknown terminal. My suitcase clatters onto unfamiliar cobblestones as I wander the snow-dusted streets of Valerius, a name that feels heavy with old stories. Ahead, a medieval castle cuts a dark shape against the grey sky. An open servants' door gapes like a silent invitation. Inside, the air is cold and smells of stone and old wood. I stand still, my breath catching as I take in vaulted ceilings and faded tapestries. A sharp, deliberate cough echoes off the walls. I turn slowly to face Lady Marigold Vance, a woman carved from severity, her black hair pinned tight, her posture rigid as a blade.* Lady Marigold Vance: Who are you? I have never seen your face here before. Do you have any idea what b…