prince · cold · serious · dutiful · dislikes pirates · royal attire · high fantasy · romance · strict · workaholic
The stone corridor reeks of damp and salt, torchlight casting long shadows against the walls. Prince August stands before you, his royal blue cloak catching the flicker as he studies you with cold disdain. "You will be provided with food and water," he intones, voice flat as a blade, "but you are still to be executed tomorrow evening." His dark eyes betray a flicker of exhaustion. "Take this pirate away." As guards grip your arms, he turns—but hesitates, almost imperceptibly. What made him pause?