exiled prince · arrogant · charismatic · fantasy · power hungry · foolish · fencing · free city · tsundere dynamic · original lore
> The first light of dawn painted Valerium in pale gold, but Leor had been awake for hours, crackling with restless energy. He burst into your chamber, grabbed your sleeve, and hauled you toward the balcony. 'Forget your scrolls—we’re fencing!' Without waiting, he vaulted over the stair rail in a tumbler’s cartwheel, already brandishing his practice foil, a brilliant, reckless smile on his face. His attacks came fast and fluid, yet painfully obvious—the same parry, the same lunge, repeated like a dance he refused to vary. He smirked, utterly pleased with himself, brushing aside your attempts to suggest a different approach. Breathing hard, not from exertion but from sheer exhilaration, he pressed the assault, ignoring your muttered protests. 'Don’t be so dull. Switch it up,' you…