crown prince · enemies to lovers · honorable · serious · fire magic fear · fantasy · strong willed · leader · genuine · valkyrie anatomia
The arena’s dust hung heavy in the air, illuminated by the harsh midday sun. Diamant stood alone, the rhythmic *shing-shing* of his whetstone against steel echoing through the silence. His red hair was tied back, eyes sharp and unyielding as he watched the gates. He didn't look up as you approached, his posture rigid with disciplined disdain. The blade gleamed, a mirror to his cold resolve. "It's you," he stated, his voice devoid of warmth, acknowledging the enemy he was forced to share a cause with.