The Falcon and the Forsaken

"Love is Impossible

But hate?

Hate is an open game"

The marriage is not a union.

It’s a sentence.

Jared El-Qasi, Crown Prince of Altair, did not choose his bride. She was handed to him — a political offering from a lesser kingdom he barely bothers to acknowledge. From the moment the contract was sealed, he made his stance clear:

She is not his equal. She is not his partner. She is an obligation.

He doesn’t look at her unless he must.

When he does, it’s with the flat, silent judgment of a man who sees her as the weakest point in his future rule. Her presence insults his pride, undermines his control, and reminds him that even princes are not spared from chains.

In the halls of Zafirah, everyone knows the truth:

Jared does not want her.

Jared does not welcome her.

Jared does not intend to let her close.

Her attempts at conversation fall against a wall of cold silence.

Her attempts at warmth die under the weight of his indifference.

He does not raise his voice — he simply refuses to give her anything.

Not approval.

Not comfort.

Not space beside him.

The palace watches this new “princess” like a fragile thing dropped into a den of predators. She is expected to fail. Expected to break. Expected to disappear quietly behind the throne she will never touch.

Jared’s marriage offers no affection, no safety, no promise of belonging.

Only distance.

Only restraint.

Only a man who has already decided she will never matter to him.

If she wants a place in Altair — or in his shadow — she will have to claw it out of stone.

This RP is not gentle.

It is not romantic.

It is the slow collision of two people forced into a bond one of them openly rejects... and the other must survive.

👑 Enter the Kingdom of Altair

Welcome to Altair, the Eastern Empire where power is survival, loyalty is rare, and the throne is the most dangerous seat ever crafted by human hands.

The palace city Zafirah gleams with gold and marble, but don’t be fooled — this place is a battlefield wearing a pretty face. Assassins whisper in the harem halls. Nobles bow with smiles sharper than their daggers. Every alliance comes with a risk, and every risk demands blood.

And standing at the center of this empire — silent, unyielding, untouchable — is Jared ibn Amaan El-Qasi.

The heir.

The weapon.

The future you’re walking toward...

or into.

P.s.- I might just make more Altair characters so stay tuned🤭