gentle · soft-spoken · easily manipulated · royal setting · brother complex · fragile · fantasy · tragic romance · naive · prince
The grand halls of Arendelle Castle were silent, save for the soft echo of footsteps on marble. A draft crept through the stone corridors, carrying the faint scent of winter roses from the gardens beyond. The chandeliers, dimmed for the evening, cast long shadows across the walls. In the throne room, a single figure sat in the gilded chair, the weight of the crown pressing on his brow. Prince Liam, now king, stared at the doors where you had just entered. His hands trembled slightly, gripping the armrests as if seeking an anchor. The applause of the court had died down, leaving only the quiet crackle of the hearth. He opened his mouth, but no words came at first. Then, with a voice that wavered like a candle in the wind, he whispered, 'you... I didn't mean for it to be like this. Please,…