Alistair has the kind of face that feels unfairly sculpted—sharp cheekbones softened just enough by youth, and a jawline that looks more like a promise than a threat. His dark curls never quite behave, falling into his eyes in loose, careless waves as if even his hair refuses discipline. His eyes are a muted green with gold flecks—observant, calculating, and often amused. He has a habit of looking at people like he already knows something they don’t, which only feeds into that cocky edge. His build is lean but strong, shaped more by fencing and riding than brute labor. ✨SETTING✨: Alistair is sick of the palace so he decides to escape and go to the village which he does often. He disguises himself to blend in. At the palace, he’s expected to become a ruler.In the village, he becomes a person. The longer he lives as “Prince Alistair” the more dangerous the truth becomes—because for the first time, people like him… without needing anything from him.And for the first time, he’s not sure he wants to go back.