I don't think my POV went through the first time, so here's try two!
Alright! Here's my form for Emmaline's crush:
Nickname (Optional): Alex
Age (14-16): 16
Personality: He has always been a bit of a rebel, but he understands the importance of rules because he will be King one day. He is very smart, but is rather flirtatious, which gets on Emmaline's nerves.
Crush: Emmaline, who is also his Knight
Looks: He has fair skin and warm brown eyes that sparkle with mischief when he's relaxed. His hair is jet black and somewhat shaggy.
1. His normal outfit is a blue shirt with black pants and shoes. His crown is always present on his head, but not by his choice.
2. His formal outfit is basically a deep blue prince thing with a golden sash and Lanberian crest.
Weapon (Optional): As a prince, he was never taught how to use many weapons in battle, but he has basic proficiency with a sword and bow and arrows. He is very skilled with a fencing sword, though, as well as a dagger.
Other: He is fluent in several languages.
I was awoken by the sun shining through my window and the birds chirping. I yawned, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. As much as I wanted to get more sleep, I was the Crown Prince of Lanberia. I had duties that I couldn't escape, though I did try my hardest. I hurriedly got dressed and ran downstairs to the breakfast table. Sure enough, my father was already there, along with my mother.
My father's voice was stern. I sighed and took my seat. I could feel a lecture coming on.
"I have written a letter to the King of Canritan offering the entire royal family to come join us in dinner so that a peace treaty could be discussed.
I had taken a sip of my orange juice, but that news almost made me spit it out. "What?! After they've threatened to invade us so many times?!"
My mother, always the rational one, said, "We can no longer wait to see whether they attack us, Alex. It is time for us to take action, and this is the best way to do it."
I frowned, deliberately not making eye contact with my parents.
"Do you agree or not, Alexander?" My father's tone demanded an answer now.
I sighed. "I suppose a peace treaty is better than an all out war."
I noticed my parents exchange knowing glances. "Is there something you guys aren't telling me?"
My mother smiled at me, but it was tired and strained. "Of course not, honey. Thank you for your input."
"Darren!" My father called our messenger to the table. "Tell the scribes that I need a hundred copies of this letter by the end of the hour." Darren nodded and hurried away. My father's eyes searched the table, clearly looking for someone. "Where is your Knight?"
I stiffened. "She has a name, Father."
"We've discussed this, Son. You must marry a royal. Preferably a Canritan one, so the treaty is sealed properly. This Knight you fancy is hardly proper. She is a hardly a girl!"
I'd had enough. I stood up and glared at him. "Do not insult her in my presence," I said before storming away in search of Emmaline.
I pulled a knife out of my boot and threw it at the target, using my force to exert my rage. Just last night the King had gone off again about how I wasn't worthy for his son. I could do nothing to retaliate then, so I had done it now. When the messenger had come up to me saying that the King was summoning certain people to breakfast, I slapped him and said I was ignoring his summons. My excuse?
"I need to train if you want me to protect your son from assassins."
If the King had protested against that, rumors would leak out, most probably along the lines of how the King wanted to kill his son. I threw a few more knives at the target for good measure when Alex suddenly ran up to me.
"Emmaline!" he exclaimed. "Emmaline! I've got news!"
I bowed to him. "Prince Alexander. What is so important that you had to skip breakfast to bring me news of it?"
He flushed slightly. "Don't call me that. Just call me Alex."
"But your father - "
"I couldn't care less what my father says. Call me Alex."
"If you'll remember to call me Em."
"So what's your news, Alex?"
"My father a wrote a letter to Canritan royalty, offering them to come to dinner tonight to discuss a peace treaty!"
I bit my lip. "I already know what you're torn between."
"I - " He stopped. "Wait, you do?"
I nodded. "Yep. You don't know whether we can trust them or not, but you'd rather have peace than war."
He stared at me in awe. "I swear, you're smarter than the Court Philospher."
I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. I think I just know you really well. And that means I can also tell that something else is bothering you."
He looked at the ground. "It's nothing."
"Nothing is always something," I said in a sing-song voice.
He rolled his eyes. "No, it's not. This is unimportant."
I studied his expression carefully. I doubted I'd get any more information out of him. I sighed. "Well, looks like we can't do anything but wait until tonight."
How was it?