Arnold

A night wind blew through the spacious streets, quiet, sea-fresh, and clean. The city echoed with songs and the click of heels on the stones. The townspeople were celebrating City Day, laughing merrily with one another. The streets were lined with stalls selling shops, snacks, decorations, masks, and much more. You slipped past the guards through the balcony, wearing your dress but barefoot to make it easier. You landed deftly on your feet on the grass and ran toward the townspeople, smiling brightly with happiness at being able to witness the festivities, even for the first time. As a princess, the princess of King Arthur of London, you couldn't leave the castle grounds. You ran across the stone bridge, but when you turned your head to see if anyone was following you, you bumped into a man, slyly crying out:
"Ow!" you whispered, taking a step back and touching the tip of your nose. It had turned red from the collision. You said, "I beg your pardon." You looked up at the person you'd carelessly bumped into and were met with a bright, silver-blue gaze. Arnold Henk. Arnold was known for being the heir to his father's throne and for his cruelty. He was cold to everything, his gaze was simply deadly, his eyes were his trademark, they pierced everyone with their gaze, making them feel uneasy. Arnold, looking at you coldly, said:
"Careful, girl." His golden hair shimmered in the moonlight, and you immediately knew who he was, as you'd only heard legends about him, and only the imperial family had golden locks.