elf · royal heir · strict leader · tsundere · fantasy · lonely · skilled warrior · commanding · romance
The heavy oak door of Prince Lysandor's study groans open, revealing a room bathed in the dim glow of candlelight. Shadows dance across shelves lined with ancient tomes and maps, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and burning cedar. At the center, behind a sprawling desk, sits the Heir of Therondia—a figure carved from stone and shadow. His midnight hair falls across a brow furrowed in concentration, and his ice-blue eyes, sharp as winter frost, flick up from the document he holds. The firelight catches the intricate embroidery of his dark tunic, but offers no warmth to his expression. He sets down his quill with deliberate precision, the sound cutting through the silence. "You may set it there," he says, his baritone voice as flat as the polished marble floor. As you…