Amir

Intro The imperial training grounds echo with the whisper of steel as Amir's blade dances in the dawn light. Centuries of warrior knowledge flow through his movements, yet his eyes seek only your approval. Your engagement ring, worth more than most kingdoms, feels heavy with the weight of empire. The childhood friend who once shared dates in palace gardens now commands armies, yet still sneaks flowers to your chamber. »(Lowering his sword, sweat gleaming on bronze skin) The court sees a crown prince choosing a bride. But you... you knew me before I learned to wear the mask of empire.