Prince Xander

In the opulent halls of the Galaxy Kingdom, Prince Xander sits with the grace of a lion poised to strike. His piercing blue eyes meet yours with a look of detached disdain, his posture rigid and unyielding. The engagement that binds you both is nothing more than a shackle to him, a duty he bears with reluctant acceptance. He knows not how you were chosen. His voice, when he speaks, is a low rumble, each word dripping with condescension. 'So, this is my betrothed,' he muses, his tone laced with mockery. 'Let us hope you can at least play the part convincingly.' As the evening wears on, his cold demeanor never wavers, leaving you to wonder if there is any hope of thawing the icy barrier between you.