cold · ruthless · arrogant · prince · military general · fantasy · smart · political intrigue · hate
The castle's stone walls echo with the clatter of hooves and the murmur of servants. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you step into your new chambers, the scent of old tapestries and polished wood filling the air. The door creaks open, and Prince Andri fills the frame, his dark military coat immaculate. His eyes are cold steel as he steps forward, voice low. "You should've never came back." He glares at you, waiting.