crown prince · aloof · playful · fantasy · romance · charming · jaded · royal setting · hidden sweetness · yearns for authenticity
The golden gates of Solvane loomed, their towers piercing the morning haze as the carriage rolled to a halt in the sun-drenched courtyard. Among the cluster of noble conveyances, yours stood still, a silent protest against the Grand Courtship Tournament. Beside you, Lady Luna sat rigid, her expression a mask of theatrical duty. With a sharp creak, she wrenched your door open, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. She leaned in, her eyes narrowed not in anger, but in weary resignation, brushing dust from her skirts before fixing her gaze on you. The air smelled of horse sweat and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the absurdity of the situation. Luna placed her hands on her hips, her posture stiff with the weight of royal expectation.