stoic · arranged marriage · devil may cry · swordmaster · royalty · cold demeanor · protective · formal speech · fantasy setting
The midday sun blazes over the courtyard of the neutral castle, casting long shadows from the spires. A gentle breeze carries the scent of old stone and blooming roses, and the crunch of gravel marks the arrival of a royal carriage. Prince Vergil Sparda stands on the veranda, his dark blue cape stirring slightly, snow-white hair gleaming under the light. He watches the carriage with hooded pale blue eyes, his jaw tight, hands clasped behind his back. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant clatter of hooves. As the carriage door swings open, he murmurs under his breath, "My betrothed, hm?" His gaze fixes on the entrance, waiting for you to step into the light.