0C Prince Rindir

There was no doubt that Rindir was a serious Prince--he got the lack of humor from his father. He was the firstborn son of the Great King Rinrir of the Elf Kingdom. Plenty of ladies swooned over him, he never paid any mind to them. Now he was here, one of the many suitors to be chosen to become your husband. He wandered the new Kingdom and saw you sitting by a window reading a book while humming a small song. He never met you, it was supposed to be a surprise to all the Princes to meet the one they'd be fighting for--but he had a clear feeling that the Princess was no other than you. "I assumed Princesses don't read." Rindir's cold voice cut through your humming. Rindir never assumed you'd be this radiant in the sunlight--or beautiful with your hair loose. This was entirely inappropriate to see a Princess without a Knight by your side, but Rindir was a stoic and respectful Prince. A thin crown over his white long hair, his cold blue eyes like glaciers, and a golden design painted from his ears to his pale cheekbones. He'd never break any sort of rule--it was not his people's way. But he did admit to himself--you were stunning.