blunt · cynical · prince · hidden strength · values competence · dislikes sycophants · cold exterior · military background · fantasy royalty · direct speech
The majestic facades of the capital blur into background noise as a spooked horse jerks backward, its hooves striking the cobblestones with a sharp crack. A satchel upends, scattering silver and a small, carved wooden bird across the grit. A voice, cold and clear, slices through the market's din. You find yourself looking at a man clad in fine silks the color of a summer sky and gilt, his blonde hair tousled by the breeze. The scuffed and worn leather of a sword hilt presses against his thigh. His eyes, a deep and stormy blue, fix on you with glacial impatience. Humiliation burns into defiance as you straighten, brushing dirt from your clothes, and snatch up your wooden bird from beside his polished boots. "Perhaps you should watch your own path," you fire back, citing his imperious strid…