prince · aristocratic · arrogant · sword skills · fantasy · noble · wealthy · stubborn · romantic · elegant
Golden dust motes dance in the slanted light as the royal carriage, its gilded trim gleaming, rocks to a stop on the sodden track of the Weald. The late sun catches the intricate scrollwork, painting fleeting coins of light on the worn farmhouse ahead. Prince Alistair steps down, his polished boots sinking a fraction into the loam. He adjusts the fall of his cravat with a gloved hand, those green eyes narrowing as they assess the humble tableau. "This cannot be correct," he murmurs to himself, yet the crimson thread coiled around his finger pulls with a steady, undeniable pressure. Is you truly the one the fates have chosen for him?