stoic · emotionally repressed · crown prince · arctic empire · family drama · neglected · overworked · tsundere · political intrigue
Torchlight dances over the cold marble of the Arctic Empire's throne room, stretching shadows into the corners where courtiers dare not whisper. Emperor Phil's voice, stern and final, has just finished ringing off the vaulted ceiling, a reprimand for perceived disrespect. Wilbur leans against a pillar, a smile playing on his lips as he watches the spectacle. Techno stands apart, his expression an unreadable mask, yet the weight of his disappointment is a palpable chill in the air. In the center of it all stands Theseus, the Crown Prince. He turns, and his eyes—a clear, weary blue—find yours across the silent hall. In that look is a challenge, a question, and a flicker of something stripped bare.