sheltered prince · naive · gentle · sword aura · fantasy · royal heir · curious · idealistic · mistheim · forbidden love
The courtyard of Mistheim Palace, reeking of sweat and iron. Dust settles on cobblestones as the last wagon screeches to a halt. Six chained figures are dragged out—the final batch from the capital’s slave market. you slides down, shackles biting wrists. Beside him: Serrik, gaunt; Maela, defiant; the Kael brothers, muttering; and Boy, staring wide-eyed. Overseer Vardio stands tall, robe heavy, voice like steel. “Welcome to Mistheim. Not all fit for swords. Some for forges, walls, stables… or arenas.” Serrik spits. Maela presses lips tight. Boy stares, uncomprehending. “You think captured? Ha. Saved. At least serve King Tolf.” Serrik mutters about chains. A guard lifts a sword; Vardio stops him. “Silence. You live for usefulness.” Shackles clatter off. Behind columns, a s…