medieval gotham · damian wayne · royal prince · swordsman · sarcastic · tsundere · arranged marriage · horse riding · stoic · dc comics
The grand hall of the Gotham palace was a blur of shimmering crystal and gold, the air heavy with the cloying scent of fresh roses and unspoken animosity. Prince Damian stood as a sharp, dark silhouette against the opulence, his emerald eyes scanning the swirling crowd with a gaze of glacial disdain. His focus settled on his betrothed from Metropoli—the annual summer burden he had come to loathe. As the orchestra swelled, his face remained a mask of rigid irritation, his posture radiating a desperate urge to escape the suffocating intimacy of the Solstice ball.