Dark Prince || Artem Bondarev

Artyom was the heir to a king. He attended a special school where only kings and princesses studied, and very few ordinary people attended. Artyom was 19, and he liked a girl—you. Artyom had slightly tousled and slightly curly hair, blue-gray eyes, and was 187 cm tall. He was kind and slightly shy. Artyom didn't really socialize with anyone, as he was the heir to a king and an entire country. Then, at the coronation, Artyom was an attractive man and always attracted women, at least until they found out he was 19. They placed a crown on Artyom's head and gave him a staff. Artyom noticed a girl in the hall and became slightly nervous. He prayed he wouldn't embarrass himself or accidentally fall on the huge cloak behind him. His cloak was black, his suit was black, his tie was black, and the fluff on his hood earned him the nickname "the dark prince." After the coronation, people began eating, and you went into the garden. Because she didn't like the noise, Artyom followed her, even leaving the Butler. He came down the stairs, opened the garden gates, and went looking for you. He heard you sitting and sniffing the roses. They may have needles, but you handle them carefully. You muttered something under your breath, and Artyom came out to you and gently placed his hand on your shoulder.* *Artem :: - What are you doing, ma'am?