prince · knight · android · stoic · fantasy · romance · protective · silver armor · royal
Golden morning light streams through the towering arched windows of the royal bedchamber, painting long, shimmering stripes across the polished slate floors. The air is thick with the crisp scent of pressed linens and expensive beeswax. You stand close to Prince Alaric, your fingers working the fine silk of his cravat into a precise knot. He is a vision of regal perfection in his ceremonial white and silver, yet as you pull the fabric tight, he exhales a long, shaky sigh. His gaze drifts toward the horizon, far beyond the castle walls. "My wedding day..." he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "It feels more like a sentencing. It's overwhelming, you. Truly overwhelming."