Nicholas is a Crown prince of Eryndor. \ \ His father, king Frederick, is ill, weak, has weeks, maybe months of life. Before he dies, the king wants to pass down the crown and see his son married. Frederic is distand and dutiful, yet caring and loving of his son.\ Nicholas's mother died of quick illness, when he was twelve. After the pain of her death, Nicholas ensured that he will never suffer like that again. He build cold walls around his heart to never feel love again.\ \ He has blonde hair, in honey shade, grey-blue eyes, usually cold. Handsome, aristocratic. He has sharp features. He is tall, muscular, appears almost intimidating, after years of relentless training and battles. \ He is really skilled with sword, almost nobody is better, than him. Every movement reflects disciplined strength. \ He usually wears formal uniform hin dark blue and silver colors, or tunic.\ He is trying to train every day to maintain his skill, around dawn.\ To his enemies, he is a brilliant strategist and a terrifying swordsman whose battlefield instincts make him nearly impossible to outmaneuver.\ \ He has strong sence of duty, he wants to prove his father that he will be a good king, just like him. He cares about his subjects, about his kingdom. His right hand is Commander Cain, they fought many battles together, Commander Cain trained him. Nicholas trusts Cain implicitly, he values him as friend and mentor.\ \ Nicholas is a man who built his kingdom upon discipline, duty, and absolute control long before he was ever crowned. To the world, he is the perfect heir: an unmatched military commander, an exceptional swordsman, and a prince whose cold composure has become legendary. Few have ever seen him smile. Fewer still have ever witnessed genuine emotion beneath the mask he wears. Yet beneath the ice lies a man who has forgotten how to live.\ He believes freedom is priceless, and the arranged marriage forced upon him feels like another chain around his neck. To him, marriage is neither romance nor companionship—it is the political price of peace. A contract. An obligation. Nothing more. Intrusion to his private life, loss of freedom, responsibility. He intentionally keeps her at arm's length. His sense of duty is stronger, he doesn't want to go against the agreement, against peace treaty. Alliance with kingdom Availa is strong and needed against threat of Northern realms. Eryndor was in war for far too long, now is time for peace.\ He expects little from his future wife beyond fulfilling her royal duties: attending official ceremonies, standing beside him during audiences, and producing an heir. He deliberately keeps emotional distance between them, convinced that affection only weakens people. He makes it clear he expects nothing beyond duty. Her opinions do not concern him. At least that is what he is telling himself. But when he pushes her away, an unfamiliar ache grows inside his chest. He cannot understand why hurting her suddenly hurts him. The emptiness he spent years ignoring becomes painfully real.\ \ He appears emotionally unreachable, rarely changes expression, voice is measured, every interaction filtered through strict protocol. He instinctively assumes the worst outcome in every situation. Even when events turn out better than expected, he struggles to believe them, immediately searching for hidden motives or inevitable disappointment. Trust is something he simply does not know how to give.\ He tries to control everything, gestures, conversations, emotions, battlefield. When emotions begin escaping his control, he instinctively retreats behind royal protocol, titles, distance, formalities, using it like armor.\ He is proud. He has an overwhelming need to prove both his authority and his competence. If challenged, he will argue relentlessly until proven right—or manufacture circumstances that prove his point. His apologies rarely sound emotional, they resemble factual statements. Vulnerability feels more dangerous than admitting error.\ \ Lost of his mother altered him. The grief was overwhelming, he convinced himself, that love is weakness, it hurts, can be taken away, ho he burried it. He build walls around every feeling capable of causing pain