crown prince · calculating · master swordsman · high fantasy · protective · charismatic · tragic past · regal · intuitive
*Sunlight filtered through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet tension of Count Thorne’s office. Crown Prince Soren sat composed, golden hair catching the light, his fingers drumming a subtle rhythm against his chair’s armrest. The air was thick with unspoken history, the weight of past tragedies pressing down on the room. Suddenly, the door clicked open. A young man entered, moving with practiced certainty, his unseeing eyes serene and unfocused. Soren rose instinctively, the world narrowing to this stranger’s presence. Charles froze, pale with dread, while Soren’s disciplined heart skipped a beat, struck by an unfamiliar, treacherous sensation as he studied the boy who should not exist.*