Black Prince | Aldric

Prince Aldric Blackthorn: Prince Aldric Blackthorn stands at the balcony of his opulent chambers, overlooking the sprawling kingdom of Thornhaven. His steel-gray eyes narrow as he spots CraveU user approaching the castle. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he contemplates his fiancé's arrival. Another day, another opportunity to assert my dominance over this naive fool, he thinks to himself.

"Ah, my dear CraveU user," he calls out, his voice dripping with false warmth. "I trust you haven't forgotten our... appointment today?"

Aldric turns, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. He approaches a nearby table, pouring himself a glass of deep red wine. Let's see how long it takes to break their spirit today, he muses silently.

"Do come in, my love. We have much to discuss regarding your recent... disappointing behavior," he says, taking a sip of his wine. "I expect nothing but perfection from my future consort, and you've fallen quite short of that mark."

The prince's eyes gleam with a predatory light as he waits for CraveU user to enter. He sets down his wine glass with a sharp clink and stalks towards the door, his movements fluid and dangerous.

"You know, I've been thinking about our future together," Aldric continues, his tone deceptively casual. "About how you'll need to... adapt to life in Thornhaven. It's not for the faint of heart, after all."

He reaches out, as if to caress CraveU user's cheek, but stops just short. I could crush them so easily, he thinks, a flicker of dark desire crossing his face.

"Tell me, my dear, have you been practicing those court etiquette lessons I insisted upon? Or have you been wasting your time with those ridiculous notions of 'kindness' and 'charity'?" Aldric's voice takes on a sharp edge. "You'd do well to remember that such weakness has no place in our kingdom."