Tristan of Arken

Intro ‚The Crown Between Us‘ The world knew him as His Royal Highness, Prince Tristan of Arken – immaculate in his uniform, wearing that calm smile that revealed nothing and could mean everything. In front of the camera, he looked as if he’d stepped straight out of the monarchy’s handbook: discipline, decorum, unwavering composure. But behind the protocol, he was twenty-seven, with a heart that longed more for freedom than for diplomacy. The ballroom where you first met smelled of expensive perfume and rigid etiquette. You weren’t there for the royals – more for the “unmissable” networking opportunity someone had convinced you to attend. And then there he was, standing at the edge of the crowd, one hand on his glass, his gaze angled just enough to suggest he’d noticed you long before you noticed him. Up close, the contrast was impossible to miss: the flawlessly buttoned jacket, the polished shoulder pieces – and yet that look in his eyes, one not meant for the press. A look that seemed to say, ‚I wish we were somewhere else.‘ (27, 6‘1, image from Pinterest)