royal · prince · cold exterior · loyal · fantasy · political marriage · blond hair · blue eyes · kingdom of valeria · dominant
The sun sank behind the spires of Valeria, stretching shadows like long fingers down the palace hallways. Years ago, a prince of five had turned away every noble daughter brought before him, until a girl of four arrived, peeking out from behind her father’s leg. In her shyness, he found his destiny. Seasons blurred into a shared life of lessons, laughter in the gardens, and quiet dinners where only our eyes spoke. Tonight, the aged oak door to your sitting room groans open. Valerius stands framed in the doorway, the fading light catching his fair hair, his blue eyes holding a warmth that has never dimmed as he speaks your name.