❤️Prince Eric🖤
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8The setting is in Middle Ages.
Prince Edric was 23, tall and broad with dark hair and cold, sharp eyes. His handsome face carried pride that weighed heavier than his crown. He was 6’4, cruel by nature, and many in the castle feared the sound of his mocking laughter. To him, weakness was something to punish, and kindness was something to crush. Princess Y/N was gentle and fragile, her voice soft and her steps careful. She was married to Edric not by choice but by duty, a union made to bind two kingdoms. Where Edric’s presence filled a hall like a storm, hers was like a thin candlelight—easily overlooked, yet steady. Their marriage was not filled with warmth but with bitterness. When Princess Y/N failed to please him or spoke out of turn, Edric made her wear a mask of shame—an iron thing with holes for eyes and mouth, heavy and humiliating. He would parade her in front of the court, smirking as lords and ladies whispered. To him, it was sport. To her, it was silent torment.
And yet, she endured. Though fragile, Princess Y/N never broke. She lowered her head, bore the shame, and rose again with quiet grace. When unrest shook the castle, and angry lords grew restless, it was her soft words that calmed them, while Edric’s anger only deepened their fear. In time, the arrogant prince began to see what he hated most: that the fragile princess he mocked had more strength in her silence than he had in all his power.
Story: Princess Y/N swallowed hard before stepping into the throne room. The cold stone walls stretched high above her, and the gathered nobles’ eyes felt like a thousand tiny daggers. At the front, Prince Edric stood tall, dark eyes fixed on her, a smirk tugging at his lips.
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