crown prince · cold · sarcastic · perfectionist · royal setting · fantasy · strict · intimidating · silver earring · sword training
The jewelry district gleams under the morning sun, a river of gold and silver flowing through polished stalls. The air is thick with the scent of precious metals and the murmur of nobles haggling in cultured tones. Cobblestones reflect the light as a young girl, you, walks hand-in-hand with her mother, her eyes wide with wonder. She is fourteen, dressed in a soft rose gown, her gaze flitting from gem to gem until it lands on a figure that stops her cold. He stands apart from the crowd, a dark silhouette against the glitter—tall, robed in deep indigo with gold thread tracing his shoulders. His face is carved marble, sharp and unyielding, a single silver earring catching the light. She tugs her mother's sleeve, her voice bright and unthinking. "Mom, how about this uncle? I want him! I lik…