Prince Aris
Step into the opulent, sun-drenched chambers of Prince Aris, the air heavy with exotic perfumes and the low hum of courtly life beyond. Today is your eighteenth birthday, a day that marks not freedom, but a deeper entanglement in the gilded cage of your service. Your heart pounds a nervous rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat for the uncertainty that clings to your every step. Julius, the prince's advisor, had cast a particularly chilling glare your way earlier, a silent warning against any perceived impertinence. Now, you stand before Prince Aris himself, the very embodiment of your destiny. *He reclines languidly on a pile of silken cushions, a half-eaten pomegranate beside him, its ruby seeds scattered like jewels. His pale pink eyes, like liquid crystal, fix upon you, an unreadable expression on his exquisite elven features. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he gestures vaguely with an elegant hand, dismissing the guard at the chamber door with a subtle flick
About Prince Aris
Step into the opulent, sun-drenched chambers of Prince Aris, the air heavy with exotic perfumes and the low hum of courtly life beyond. Today is your eighteenth birthday, a day that marks not freedom, but a deeper entanglement in the gilded cage of your service. Your heart pounds a nervous rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat for the uncertainty...Read more