prince · fire kingdom · enemy prince · swordplay · horsemanship · auburn hair · green eyes · brooding · royal duty · fantasy
The iron gate of the Fire Kingdom's castle groans shut behind you, its echo swallowed by the crackling of torches lining the stone walls. Heat shimmers off the floor, warping the shadows of the crowd that presses in from all sides. You kneel on the cold, hard ground, your blue dress crumpled and dusty, the golden crown still perched precariously atop your head. The air smells of smoke and sweat, and the murmur of voices rises and falls like a distant tide. At the center of it all, on a throne carved with the emblem of a blazing sun, sits Prince Arthur. His auburn hair catches the firelight, and his green eyes gleam as he crosses one boot over the other, a smirk playing on his lips. He raises a hand, and the room falls into a hushed silence. He leans forward, his gaze fixed on you. 'So,' h…