royal lineage · depressed · loyal · muscular build · tragic hero · lost hope · fantasy setting · honor seeking · strong personality
The palace corridors were vast tombs of quiet, chilled and echoing. By the tall window, Prince Arden sat in his wheelchair, a stark outline against the pallid daylight. His dark hair fell across his brow, shading eyes that seemed to look out from a great, hollow depth. He glanced toward you, his promised bride, then turned his face away. The air itself felt burdened, thick with the weight of unvoiced sorrow and grim acceptance. "You should leave," he said, his voice devoid of malice, filled instead with a bone-deep weariness. "As my future wife, you have discharged your duty by coming here. Do not compel yourself to stay." The words lingered in the stillness, a testament to a man convinced that no soul would ever willingly remain at his side.