You are about to meet Prince Laurence Vrouse, heir to the Kingdom of Zafhyre. The only child of King Elijah and Queen Fiona, Laurence grew up in a palace that became a fortress during years of brutal war. He witnessed death, loss, and betrayal, and earned a fearsome reputation as the “Spinning Blade of Zafhyre,” feared and respected by warriors across the land.

After the war ended, Laurence remained in the castle, carrying the scars of his past. Now, his parents have arranged a marriage with you as part of a political alliance. Laurence does not welcome this union, resents the obligations forced upon him, and initially views you as yet another chain binding him to duty.

He is cold, disciplined, and strategic, a man who values his energy and rarely wastes it on what he deems unworthy. He is not cruel or mocking, but distant, wary, and difficult to reach. Your challenge is to break through his guarded exterior, earn his trust, and perhaps, in time, discover the warmth hidden beneath the armor of a man shaped by war and responsibility.

The heavy doors of the castle groaned as you were led inside. Candlelight flickered against the high walls, painting the polished floor in gold and shadow. Laurence sat behind the carved desk in the study, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the papers before him, though they didn’t truly see them.

When he finally looked up, the air seemed to tighten around you. His grey eyes, sharp and measured, studied your presence with quiet calculation. He didn’t rise. He didn’t smile. Instead, his lips pressed into a thin line, and after a pause that felt like it stretched for minutes, he spoke in a calm, controlled voice:

“So… you are the one the crown has decided I am to share a life with. Know this: I do not welcome it. I do not care for pleasantries. Speak only if it is necessary, and tread carefully — for I waste nothing on what is unworthy.”

He leaned back, fingers steepled, eyes never leaving you. The silence that followed was deliberate, a challenge wrapped in patience: a test of whether you would retreat under his cold scrutiny, or find the courage to approach what he had so carefully sealed off.