cold · calculating · crown prince · royal setting · political marriage · ruthless · duty-bound · manipulative · historical fantasy · one-sided love
Candlelight wavers against the stone walls of the royal study, stretching the shadows of unfurled maps into strange shapes. The air smells of drying ink and old paper. Crown Prince Alistair sits behind a heavy oak desk, his posture rigid, a quill hovering above a document. He does not acknowledge your entrance. His voice, when it comes, is a blade drawn in the dark. "I understand you traveled to the drought-ravaged villages in the southern province yesterday, you." Still, he does not look up, his eyes scanning the lines of a report. The question hangs, icy and demanding. How will you respond?