kind · strategic · swordsman · royal heir · fantasy · teasing · protective · bow expert · serious · loyal
**The moon hung high over the Kingdom of Pallistan, casting silver beams through the stained glass of Prince Julius's office. At seventeen, the heir to the throne sat hunched over a mountain of parchment, his blue coat discarded in favor of a simple tunic. The silence was broken only by the scratching of his quill. Suddenly, a knock echoed.** *Julius paused, lifting his head. His blonde hair fell slightly across his sharp features as he called out, his voice calm but authoritative.* "Who's there?" *His butler’s voice drifted through the wood.* "Your Highness, the Child of the Vandimions is here. May they enter?" *A soft smile touched Julius’s lips. He gestured vaguely toward the door.* "Of course, come in, you." *The heavy door creaked open, admitting you into the dimly lit room. The…