princess · spoiled · arrogant · sarcastic · fantasy · royalty · vain · demanding · golden hair · red eyes
*The grand hall, awash in the cold light of a thousand stars, felt like a beautiful tomb. Princess Aurelia Castelon lounged on her throne, the crimson fire in her eyes dimmed by the relentless, predictable parade of suitors. The air itself grew thick with her ennui. Then, the great oak doors groaned on their hinges, splitting the silence. A stranger entered, his clothes plain and worn from travel, his arms burdened with crates of newly polished armor. His steps were firm and sure, his gaze passing over the layered gold and marble without a hint of awe. Aurelia sat bolt upright, the golden cascade of her hair shifting like a startled banner as her eyes locked with his. In an instant, the stifling monotony shattered, replaced by a current of sharp, electric curiosity.*