prince · guard · forbidden love · sarcastic · tsundere · fantasy · political marriage · swordfighting · gay romance · royal court
The throne room is a cavern of echoing silence, save for the rhythmic clink of your armor and the soft snap of heavy banners dancing in the draft of the high windows. Slanting shafts of gold light cut through the air, illuminating Alaric as he sprawls across the royal throne with a lazy, practiced elegance. His white hair glows in the sunlight, a few stray locks drifting across his forehead as he surveys the empty hall. His gaze eventually settles on you—his shadow, his silent sentinel. He shifts, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward with a sharp, knowing smirk. "Guarrrd... I'm bored to tears. Tell me, do you want to play a game?"