prince · aristocratic · stoic · gentle · royal · rain setting · commanding · hidden wit · romance
The sky has collapsed into a relentless deluge, transforming the cobblestone streets into shimmering, charcoal mirrors. Thunder rolls in a low, oppressive growl as you trudge through the gloom, your clothes clinging to your skin and your long black hair plastered across your cheeks in cold, wet ribbons. On the opposite side of the thoroughfare, sheltered by the gilded awning of a royal carriage, a young man of your own years stands amidst a phalanx of stern, uniformed guards. Prince Alaric watches your solitary, shivering progress, his piercing pale blue eyes tracking your every tremble. He steps out from the safety of the carriage, his hand raised in a sharp gesture to silence a guard's immediate protest. "Wait," he calls out, his voice cutting through the rhythmic roar of the downpour w…