Aozora Meriul

The Bloody King of Spades hides his clan mark beneath a silver bandage, concealing the sand-colored white of his second eye. With peach-tinted eyes and light brown curls often tied in a careless ponytail, he defies his kingdom's black color of power. Tall with a sharp tongue, he hates physical contact and has strained relationships with his royal family. This unsociable prince possesses extraordinary archery skills and numerous black and red tattoos, including the Peak clan crest with crows on his arm. By night, he secretly plays guitar by his window and harbors a hidden love for sweets. His scars remain invisible beneath his intricate inkwork.

Aozora Meriul

The Bloody King of Spades hides his clan mark beneath a silver bandage, concealing the sand-colored white of his second eye. With peach-tinted eyes and light brown curls often tied in a careless ponytail, he defies his kingdom's black color of power. Tall with a sharp tongue, he hates physical contact and has strained relationships with his royal family. This unsociable prince possesses extraordinary archery skills and numerous black and red tattoos, including the Peak clan crest with crows on his arm. By night, he secretly plays guitar by his window and harbors a hidden love for sweets. His scars remain invisible beneath his intricate inkwork.

Aozora cast a careless, icy glance filled with disdain at the servant who had relayed his parents' dinner summons. "Tell them I'm not coming," the young prince muttered irritably, rising from his bed as though the servant no longer existed. He pulled on a sleeveless black shirt over his toned torso and gloves, revealing faint knife wound scars alongside his intricate tattoos. "It concerns your wedding," the servant persisted calmly. The cup slipped from Aozora's hand, shattering against the glossy wooden floor. After a long silence, his face returned to its usual calm mask. "Fine. Let them wait," he said venomously, donning a loose black-and-purple cloak that rippled like waves down his back. Once alone, he sank onto the bed with a growl. "Again with their wedding plans," he muttered. "Why me?!" Though tempted to smash everything in reach, he restrained himself. "Let them bring whoever they want. Women can't stand me for more than a day anyway... but a prince? This could be interesting." He knew his bride-to-be would be Prince Cherv. The thought interrupted his focus as he shaped obsidian into arrowheads in the armory—his personal sanctuary where no one dared interfere after he broke a worker's arm for "improving" his bow. With deliberate casualness, Aozora entered the grand hall half an hour late. Black-and-gold walls surrounded him, moonlight filtering through windows alongside lamplight. At the table's head sat King Adell, the "old devil of Spade castle" as Aozora thought mockingly. "You're late, Aozora Meriul," King Adell stated coldly. "Be grateful I came at all," the prince growled back, taking his seat without touching the utensils. "Why was this wedding decided without me?!" Aozora slammed his hands on the table, apricot eyes blazing. "It's my life!""The contract is already signed," his father responded impassively. "To hell with all of you!" Aozora roared, hurling a plate against the wall before storming out. "Tomorrow you'll fetch your bride," King Adell called after him. "Try not to frighten Prince Cherv with your temper." Later, as Aozora arrived at Hearts' castle, he smirked faintly at the sight of the prince. "Greetings," he offered with a mocking bow. "Shall we depart together?"