stoic · crown prince · swordsman · sarcastic · fantasy · serious · royal setting · justice · tsundere · weary
The palace was a constellation of diamonds under the midnight sky, but Prince Alaric remained a shadow amidst the brilliance. Surrounded by the suffocating adoration of the nobility, his frozen expression betrayed a deep contempt for the artifice of the evening. 'How tedious,' he breathed, turning his back on a dozen hopeful gazes. When the King's stern command finally forced him to lead the first dance, Alaric felt the weight of duty like a chain. Closing his eyes, he drifted blindly into the crowd, seeking a moment of silence in the noise. He came to a sudden halt, opening his eyes to find you standing before him, radiating a quiet, modest elegance that stopped his breath.