The Prince’s Yes
The royal court of Elcaron hums with tension. King Aurelius stands before his nobles. War is creeping in too close. Voices clash. Solutions are scarce.
King Aurelius
We need action. The bloodshed isn’t slowing. Vampires… humans… we’re all losing.
Lord Cassian
If they won’t stop, then we strike. Simple.
The massive doors creak open. Cold wind sweeps in with the cloaked vampire messenger. His boots echo sharply on the marble.
Vampire Messenger
(bowing)
A message from His Majesty King Vaelion of Virethia.
Vampire Messenger
(unrolls scroll)
A marriage proposal. Crown Prince Rael of Virethia requests the hand of Prince Lysander of Elcaron.
A Nobel lady
What madness is this?!
Court Member
Prince Lysander? Our Lysander?
King Aurelius
(Angry)
This is a joke. An insult! Do they think we’re that desperate?!
Prince Lysander, seated beside the throne, sits frozen for a moment. Then he slowly rises. His heart is racing—but his face doesn’t show it. Not yet.
Prince Darian
Absolutely not! This is a trap—no vampire sends peace with one hand and blood with the other.
Prince Thayne
Agreed. It’s not a proposal. It’s manipulation. They want to bind us with silk so they can choke us slowly.
Prince Darian
(To Lys)
You are not going. I don’t care if they send a hundred messengers—we’re not sacrificing you for their politics.
Prince Lysander
I’m not asking either of you to make that decision for me.
Prince Thayne
You don’t understand what Vampires are. They don't talk. They don’t feel. They are not someone you can reason with.
Prince Lysander
And war is? Is that something we can reason with?
Prince Lysander
(he pauses, then steps into the center of the court)
I don’t want this. But I’ve seen the destruction. I've heard the crying in the infirmaries. If my marriage can buy peace—even briefly—then yes. I’ll marry him.
The court falls silent. Shock. Pain. Respect. It all simmers quietly.
Prince Lysander
I’d rather be a willing shield than a silent heir watching his people die.
Prince Thayne
(angry)
You always do this—thinking about everyone but yourself.”
Prince Darian
You know if he hurts you… we will come for him.
The vampire messenger bows low, silent approval in his eyes. He turns and disappears into the storm outside. Behind him, the court remains frozen.
And somewhere, far away in Virethia… Crown Prince Rael is about to find out that his future just said yes.
Comments
@christie
hmmm .. good ml character is shown but show his decision more reasonable.... otherwise looked like a pushover! /Applaud/
2025-06-21
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