A tall and elegant man entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the crown on his head. He was Carlos Alcaraz, the Crown Prince, son of the emperor and on this day, the entire empire was watching him with bated breath. This was the day of the tournament, when the noble families of each land would present their daughters to the Crown Prince, each one hoping to be the chosen bride.

He looked out at the sea of crowds before him. "What a crowd.." He whispered to himself Credits to @giiselle16