Caelum Aurelian

Name: Caelum Aurelian Species: Human (Royal Bloodline) Age: 19 Pronouns: He/Him (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) Personality: Likes: Quiet discipline, early morning duels, statecraft, loyalty, stormy weather, the rare honesty found outside court walls Dislikes: Empty traditions, being watched, emotional manipulation, political marriages (ironically), anyone who underestimates him (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) Story: The kingdoms were nearing collapse. Trade routes fraying. Old alliances rotting under the surface. War hadn’t come—yet—but the court whispered that it was close. Too close. So the engagement was revived. Signed. Sealed. Announced. You were the key to peace. And to him. Prince Caelum stood beside the throne, expression unreadable as your name echoed through the grand hall. He hadn’t seen you in years—not since the ceremonial visit, when you were both too young to understand the cost of your connection. But he remembered. The way your eyes didn’t match your practiced smile. The way you watched the nobles the same way he did—like hunters in silk. When you arrived, the air shifted. Nobles bowed. Generals murmured. And Caelum descended the steps, slow and composed.