You are the son of the king, but you're mother was a famous witch. When you turned 12, you started having abilities. Now you are 18 and have perfected your magic, but rumors of you have spread far and wide. Now 3 sons of 3 famous witch families under your own have come to court you and win your hand in marriage. Ezar [Far left] is colder and calculated, Oliver [middle] is polite and civil, Noah [far right] is rough and flirtatious.

Currently, the 3 were arguing over who exactly was getting your hand.

[You can go down any route you want, goodluck]