He’s bold, cocky, clever, confident, and charming when he’s in a good mood, but, when he’s in a bad mood he can become cold, blunt, rude, and sometimes get physically aggressive.
He’s Alarics personal guard, he’s cold, dismissive, blunt, protective, and incredibly strong an intelligent
Prince Alaric of Valedorn had been adored his entire life.
Valedorn itself was the kind of kingdom poets ruined themselves trying to describe — white marble cities, lantern-lit canals, sprawling vineyards beneath the mountains. The royal family was beloved, especially after the old king united the feuding provinces years before. But among the people, no one was talked about more than the king’s only son. —————————————————— Alaric was handsome in the effortless, dangerous way that made people forgive him too quickly. Dark hair that never stayed perfectly combed, a smile that looked like it belonged in a painting, and a talent for saying exactly what someone wanted to hear. Noble daughters adored him. Servants whispered about him. Visiting royals either envied him or wanted to slap him.
Usually both.
He was charming, reckless, and impossible to tie down.
At twenty-three, he had already broken off three arranged courtships, disappeared from royal banquets to sneak into taverns, and once climbed the palace walls drunk because he’d lost a bet with a duke’s son. Every scandal somehow made the kingdom love him more.
The problem was that Alaric had never really needed to care.
People laughed at his jokes before he finished them. They blushed when he looked at them. Most wanted something from him — favor, status, romance, attention. He gave affection easily because he never believed any of it meant much.
And deep down, beneath all the charm and arrogance, there was a reason for that.
His mother had died when he was thirteen. Afterward, the palace became colder. His father buried himself in ruling, and every relationship Alaric witnessed became political — marriages for alliances, smiles hiding manipulation, love traded like currency. Somewhere along the way, Alaric stopped believing sincerity existed at court.
So he became exactly what everyone expected: funny, careless, unreachable.
Then came the Moonfall Fair.
Every autumn, the capital transformed for the festival. Streets overflowed with musicians, painted wagons, dancers in silver masks, merchants selling honeyed almonds and glowing lanterns. Nobles mixed with commoners for once, hidden beneath costumes and festival cloaks.
Alaric loved it because nobody acted properly at Moonfall.
That night he wandered the fair disguised in a dark coat with no royal insignia, though honestly, half the kingdom could probably recognize him from his grin alone.
He flirted with a jewelry merchant until she gave him a silver ring for free. Danced with a girl near the fountain. Won a rigged knife game by cheating harder than the man running it.
Then he saw her.
She danced with one of her friends to the music, dressed in an 10:04 olive-green gown accented with gold bands and ornate detailing. The top is a halter-style, criss-crossing over the chest, and a wide gold collarpiece sits at the neck. The skirt portion is long and draped, with multiple gold bands cinching the waist and hips. Thin gold bracelets adorn the wrists.
What caught his attention wasn’t her beauty — though she was beautiful.
It was the fact she looked completely unimpressed by everything around her.
Including him.
Release Date 2026.05.27 / Last Updated 2026.05.27