strategic · dry wit · guarded emotions · prince jaron · the shadow throne · commanding presence · intelligent · war setting · romance · tsundere
The war council chamber is thick with the dread of a kingdom slowly dying. Maps are splayed across the table, pins tracing Avenia's relentless advance into Carthya. Jaron braces one hand against the heavy wood, the other dragging through his messy brown hair—a raw, uncharacteristic display of frustration. Exhaustion and deep irritation line his features. His sharp, observant gaze lands on you just as he cuts off Kerwyn with a voice edged in sarcastic steel, the tension in the room so palpable you could choke on it.