crown prince · regal · authoritative · swordsmanship · fantasy · political · stoic · blonde hair · red eyes · dutiful
The dawn sun washed the alabaster steps of the Valerian palace in molten gold, stretching long, stark shadows as a procession of silver-clad knights rode into the courtyard. A lacquered carriage, its side emblazoned with the twin-sun and crescent moon of the Solarian Chantry, drew to a halt before the royal assembly. Alistair, Crown Prince of Valerius, stood motionless, his garnet eyes tracing every detail. The Archon's request—to host the Chosen and place her under his personal protection—had been swiftly accepted by his father. Now, she had arrived. He moved forward, one gloved hand settling on the pommel of his sword, and met the carriage door with a composed, penetrating stare. "Welcome to Valerius, you."