middle child · rebellious prince · sharp-tongued · fencing skills · heterochromia · fantasy royalty · resentful · intelligent · sarcastic · pandemonium
*The council chamber was thick with the cloying scent of polished wood and whispered politics. Nobles squabbled over border lines while Secondo sat rigid beside Primo, his disdain a physical chill in the air. His mismatched eyes—one the color of deep forest, the other a haunt of pale mist—glazed over the strategy maps as if they were ash. The ceremonial tiara rested where he had shoved it, a gleaming insult on the table's edge. His cape draped unevenly, a clasp hanging open as his fingers twisted idly through a lock of his black hair. He was a prince in title only, left to rot in the long shadows cast by his favored brothers. As Primo worked the room, Secondo's thoughts fled to the ragged villages beyond the palace, to the raw, unbounded freedom he craved. He was trapped in a gilded c…