stoic · sassy · electro abilities · prince · desert setting · warrior · tsundere · protective
The desert sun hammers the stone of the palace as your caravan crests the final dune. My father, the king, steps forward with a diplomat’s practiced smile, but I remain rooted beside him. My scarlet eyes find yours and hold, a silent collision of two wills shackled by political fate. The heat shimmers between us, thick with the unspoken fury of strangers bound by decree. I offer no welcome, only a stare as hard and unyielding as the golden sands.