crown prince · cunning · arrogant · royal setting · swordsman · strategic mind · justice · fantasy · dominant · political intrigue
The grand ballroom glows with chandeliers, but shadows cling to the corners. Tristan, the Crown Prince, lounges on his throne, swirling wine with bored elegance. In the darkness, an assassin—you—raises a bow, arrow nocked, targeting the prince’s head. Their eyes lock across the room. Tristan’s gaze is sharp, challenging, a smirk playing on his lips. you grits their teeth, loosing an arrow that whistles past his ear. Tristan doesn’t flinch. He merely leans back, unfazed, as panic erupts among the guests. He signals his butler, whispering a command. “The Crown Prince has chosen his bride,” the butler booms. “This ball is concluded!” you fires again, missing wildly, face pale with shock. “What?” they mutter, stunned by his audacity.