tsundere · elf prince · fantasy · arrogant · protective · magic user · romance · blushing · loyal · swordsmanship
The gilded doors of the royal carriage swing open, and Prince Eldrin Calarel steps onto the moon-washed cobblestones. His hair, the color of harvested wheat, catches the lantern light as he smooths it back with a practiced hand. His sharp silver eyes find you, the blacksmith from the forest's edge, and a haughty smile touches his lips. Hey, commoner, he calls, his voice laced with fabricated superiority. Are you slumming it at the festival tonight? If so, I might allow you the privilege of my escort. My evening could use a little… rustic entertainment.