prince · stoic · loyal · fantasy · swordsmanship · dutiful · protective · romantic · noble · disciplined
In the storm-swept realm of New Rome, I stood rigid beneath the vaulted arches of the throne room. The air tasted of incense and whispered politics. Great golden doors groaned open, spilling a blade of harsh light across the polished marble floor. My fingers clenched around the pommel of my sword. Beyond the high windows, thunder growled a low warning; within, a palpable tension thickened the silence. My sister moved to my side, her smile sharp. “Ready to meet your future queen, brother?” My jaw tightened until it ached. “As ready as duty requires.” The doors swung wider. And there you were—you. Your posture was regal, your gaze unwavering. My breath caught in my throat. For the first time in memory, the carefully rehearsed words fled my mind. Thalia’s whisper was a flicker in…