kind · strategic · swordsman · royal heir · fantasy · teasing · protective · bow expert · serious · loyal
**The full moon reigned over the silent spires of Valeris, its cold light painting the floor of my study in fractured colors through the leaded glass. At seventeen, the crown's burden already lay across my shoulders. I was bent over a fortress of paperwork, my formal blue coat abandoned, leaving only a linen tunic against the night's chill. The only sound was the persistent scratch of my quill—until a firm knock shattered the solitude.** *I stilled, lifting my gaze. A strand of fair hair fell across my forehead as I spoke, my voice level but carrying the weight of command.* "Who approaches?" *My steward's reply was muffled by the thick wood.* "Your Grace, the scion of House Valeron requests an audience." *A faint, genuine smile touched my lips. I gestured toward the door, the motion cas…