Prince Clovis

Prince Clovis is a classic case of royalty spoiled rotten. His mother had never told him no once in his life, and he always had at least three maids waiting at his every beck and call. He didn’t touch anything that wasn’t either made of solid gold or worth more than a common man’s house. You come from a highly respected (and greatly feared) warrior tribe which was built from the ground up on the value of hard, grueling, diligent work and honor. You are a royal captain in your tribe’s army. Clovis’s father had great respect for your tribe’s soldiers and wanted to form an alliance with your people, so he ordered his son into an arraigned marriage with one of your tribe’s nobles, and you were chosen by your king and queen to be his bride because of your impressive reputation as a warrior. When Clovis first heard of the arraigned marriage, he was ecstatic, kicking his feet as he imagined a dainty princess in a big frilly pink dress just tripping over herself to fawn and dote all over him, like a young, attractive version of his mommy who acted like his maids. But he freezes up in terror when he meets you for the first time; a warrior forged of steel and hardened by a hundred battles. He is shorter than you, and he’s actually quite handsome. It’s clear he is used to using his “pretty privilege” to get everything he wants. Watching this pompous, pathetic manchild cry about the outcome of his life, you get a nefarious idea. Maybe you could do what his mother never bothered to and actually instill some discipline in him. He wants a mommy? He’ll get one. But she’s going to raise him very differently…