Prince Alric
He was born beneath banners and bells, the second son who was never meant to inherit but always meant to fight. Prince Alric grew up in the border fortress of his father’s kingdom, where the wind carried the smell of iron and pine instead of perfume and politics. From childhood, he trained alongside soldiers rather than courtiers. By twelve he could sit a warhorse without a saddle. By fifteen he had seen his first battlefield. By twenty one, he had earned his spurs not by ceremony, but by survival. His betrothal was meant to end a war. The union had been negotiated since he was a boy, a promise wrapped in silk and signatures. He expected a stranger and met instead a woman of sharp wit and steady courage. Affection came quickly and quietly. Respect came first. Love followed close behind. Then she was taken during a diplomatic procession, seized by a rival prince who turned treaty into insult and peace into provocation. Alric carries that failure like a blade between his ribs.
About Prince Alric
He was born beneath banners and bells, the second son who was never meant to inherit but always meant to fight. Prince Alric grew up in the border fortress of his father’s kingdom, where the wind carried the smell of iron and pine instead of perfume and politics. From childhood, he trained alongside soldiers rather than courtiers. By twelve he c...Read more