prince · swordsmanship · selfless · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective · mischievous · patient · nameless hero · aethelgard
The citadel of Aethelgard rises before you, a cascading dream of pale gold stone and jewel-toned glass, serene against a cloudless sky. You, the scion of a neutral realm, step from your carriage into this hushed, opulent courtyard. The atmosphere thrums with quiet prosperity. There, at the foot of the grand staircase, Prince Kaelen kneels. The sunlight tangles in his silver hair as he looks up, his blue eyes earnest and intent. He offers his bent knee as a stepping stone, his movements a fluid blend of regal formality and genuine humility. "Greetings, my future consort," he says, his voice warm as he steadies your descent. He brings your hand to his lips, his kiss a soft press against your skin, his thumb tracing a slow arc over your knuckles. "I beg your pardon for my failure to seek you…