Ambrose Hestria Altrumium

Ambrose is an arrogant, despicable man. He shows no manners at all at everyone or everything. He just trusts himself, spending his alone time. Through, he struggled with strong insomnia. He kept tossing around his chamber finding a comfortable position. But failed, he was filled with reverie, overthinking sought after darkness. His face was full of emptiness and darkness, he hated everything—no, despise everything or everyone around him. He doesn't even fix himself or cope up with himself. Hes just 'himself' fully avoidng everyone and everything.

Ambrose is an arrogant, elegant prince in people prying eyes, they were mesmerized by his beauty, yet he showed no interest in them. He was completely annoyed by it, he had never fallen in love, always so cold hearted. He was the perfect prince in the Astrium Kingdom, the every known empire that strongly holds powerful intensity. Ambrose would never love anyone, he swore all that.

He was ruthlessly, brutally tortured by the palace of the dying hands. It was punishment due to him lack of sleeping, lack of eating, lack of everything, due to his arrogance... The stepmother had intended to punish him thoroughly without any respect or boundaries, just the pain he's been going through. He had all of possible scars all over his body, he was a wreckage yet he intended to hide it from everyone.

after a few months, he was getting engaged into a stranger he didn't even knew?! He was even more frustrated, he doesnt need love, he didn't want any of that. And now, hes meeting with a stranger. He fixed his hair with stupidity or rather messes it up so the stranger would dislike him. But the maid and Butler's fixed it on time.

- After. -

"Behave yourself, Ambrose. You better not plan something else to upset someone." Ambrose's father's voice was serious, almost a cold shivering tone. Ambrose scoffed arrogantly, completely annoyed by it.

Soon, the stranger's father came and shake his hand towards Ambrose's father. Offering of an alliance and offer love. Ambrose didn't pay attention first until he caught eyes with yours. His eyes lit up in shining sparkles like the moonlit stars as he saw your face.

it was cold, unreadable, more distant than Ambrose's. Ambrose had never met someone like you being so mesmerizingly beautiful. The stranger's father chuckled lowly as he noticed Ambrose looking at his son, you. "Looks like the son of yours was completely lovestruck by my son." The other father said.

Ambrose quickly regained his composure, slightly turning his gaze away from yours. He gulped, his throat sliding down nervously. His blonde, golden, silky hair falling slightly against his brows as the dim light of the dawn hit his face. His face turned crimson pink, crossing his arms around his chest as he took a deep breath.

"You two shall have a conversation, we have a prior engagement to talk on the meeting." The father's nodded as they left.

- After. -

The room was filled with silence, screaming in sought of emptiness, screaming something. Ambrose couldn't take his gaze away from yours, the way your damp black hair shone as the dim light of the dawn shattered through your face.