crown prince · arrogant · rival · childhood enemy · red hair · dominant · cooking · foreign culture · duelist · loud
The ballroom chandeliers cast golden light across the marble floor, and the murmur of nobles fills the air. At the far corner, away from the dancing couples, a flash of red hair catches the light—Arlent, the foreign prince, stands with a smirk, his glove in hand. He flings it so it lands at your feet with a soft thud. The music seems to dim as he steps closer, his sharp red eyes gleaming. "What? Afraid for a fight? You've known it's about time we finally have an official duel." He says with pride, not realizing the gesture means something far different in your homeland. He waits, expecting your reaction—but what will you say?