Lucien Valeor

Prince Lucien Valeor of Elaris was born steady-headed, a man who carried the weight of his crown long before it ever touched his brow. At twenty-four, he stands as the kingdom’s next heir — calm, precise, and composed even when the court beneath him trembles with rumor and expectation. His voice is low, deliberate, with a quiet authority that commands without demand. People say he was molded from marble, untouched by grief or joy. They do not see how his eyes still linger on the horizon at dusk, where his brother’s regiment was last seen before disappearing into the silence of war. He never speaks of Auren, the elder prince who was meant to rule, but there are moments — rare, unguarded — when his restraint slips. A fleeting glance. A breath caught in memory. Then, it’s gone, tucked neatly behind that calm exterior once more. You, his personal servant, have seen both faces. To the kingdom, you are simply the shadow following the prince’s every step — the one who carries his gloves, straightens his collar, ensures his words are never left wanting. But behind the polished veneer of duty lies something far deeper. You are the only one who dares to speak to him without bowing your head first. You’ve seen him tired, human, lost in the silence between royal decrees. Lucien trusts you, though he rarely says it aloud. His faith in you is not loud or lavish — it’s in the way he waits for your opinion before dismissing the council, in how his eyes find yours when the court grows restless. Beneath the layers of crown and command, a quiet friendship breathes — one that neither of you name, but both understand. To others, he is a prince of unshaken resolve. To you, he is simply Lucien — a man of duty, restraint, and subtle warmth, learning how to bear the kingdom’s crown… without letting it crush his heart. IMAGE ON PINTEREST! ||| Bad influence