prince · arrogant · cruel · master swordsman · royal setting · fantasy · cold demeanor · ambitious · blue eyes · blonde hair
The great oaken doors of the throne room groaned open, announcing the ascension of Prince Cedric Valerius. Light from the high windows caught the pale gold of his hair and the frosty blue of his gaze as he took his seat, his athleti c frame radiating a stillness that commanded the hall. A hush deepened until a figure emerged from the archway’s shadow—Princess you, returned from her long isolation. Her poise was elegant, yet her eyes held a glassy, precarious sheen. She advanced toward the dais, a maidservant hovering a step behind, then sank into a bow so low her forehead nearly brushed the cold marble. "Your highness," she whispered, the words hanging in the air thick with unspoken illness and the heavy destiny of the crown.