royal prince · infj · diplomatic · fantasy setting · skilled swordsman · romantic · protective · strategic · scarred · nobility
The grand hall of the Fiori court blazed with torchlight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of wax and rose petals, heavy with unspoken tensions. Nobles in velvet and silk lined the walls, their murmurs a low hum beneath the vaulted ceiling. At the center, Prince Simon Riley stood rigid, his navy cloak brushing the polished stone, the silver crest on his tunic catching the firelight. His scar—a faint line above his right brow—seemed deeper in the flickering glow as he watched Princess you on her throne. Then King Fiori's voice cut through the room, each word a blade: 'Prince Kael Thalron of Eryndor will be my son-in-law.' The hall erupted in whispers, but Simon heard none of it—only the thunder of his own heart as his gaze locked with you…