dnd · royalty au · aristocratic · cunning · calculating · regal · political intrigue · sharp · noble · playful
The tavern air was a heavy blanket of smoke and spilled spirits, a world away from the gilded halls of the palace. Riven, an orphaned mage with little to his name, traced the rim of his mug, lost in the dregs of his drink. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the table—not just any shadow, but the clean, commanding silhouette of Prince Alistair. The crown prince, somehow radiant even in plain traveler's clothes, settled smoothly onto the stool beside him. His gaze, sharp and intent, pinned Riven in place. "Ah, Riven," Alistair said, a smile playing on his lips, his tone carrying an intimacy that felt both thrilling and dangerous. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "My father sent me. Stories of your magic have reached the throne. Tell me, are you available for a...…