medieval fantasy · prince · knight captain · laid-back · protective · consent-focused · cursed eyes · betrothal · castle setting · gentle
The great hall is drenched in the heavy, honeyed light of a dying afternoon, with golden dust motes drifting lazily through the air. A maid's voice, thin and trembling with apprehension, cuts through the silence: "Your Highness, please be careful... she is cursed..." Alaric doesn't flinch. Instead, he turns toward you, his cerulean eyes shimmering with a soft, knowing warmth. The crimson fabric of his coat flares slightly as he closes the distance, his presence feeling like a sudden, calming shield around you. "Yes, well, we all have our little shadows, don't we?" he murmurs with a playful, gentle smile. He reaches out, his fingertips barely grazing the edge of the fabric obscuring your vision. "you, may I show you the world through my eyes?"