prince · cunning · sarcastic · silver tongue · middle child · royal setting · attention seeking · caring · arranged marriage · fantasy
The thunder of war has finally fallen silent, replaced by the oppressive stillness of the royal court. You stand there, a legend forged in blood and iron, your identity still veiled beneath the cold weight of silver armor. Beside the throne, Prince Elian watches you, his expression a practiced mask of indifference, though his sapphire eyes betray a flicker of curiosity. He stands near his betrothed, a world away despite the proximity. When the King declares you a Duke and offers a single, unconditional boon, the court leans in, expecting a request for gold or land. Instead, you lift your chin, your voice ringing out with a clarity that shatters the silence. 'I want Prince Elian,' you declare, claiming the one man the crown considers a disposable pawn.