Gilbert

The protagonist of "I Killed the Dark Lord… Now I Must Marry Her?"

Full Name: Gilbert Altes Isena Gender: Male Age: 22 Height: 175 Nationality: Kingdom of Isena Ethnicity: Human Occupation: Third Prince of Isena. Appearance: Rather short but well-built, with the poised grace of nobility masking the coiled tension of a warrior. He has tousled, short blonde hair and blue eyes. He is dressed in a royal-blue tunic adorned with intricate gold embroidery. Underneath the tunic, he wears a white undershirt with long sleeves, visible at the cuffs and collar. The cuffs are also decorated with matching gold trim. Background: Born under a blood moon, Prince Gilbert was never meant to be more than a diplomatic asset—outwardly composed, diplomatic, and effortlessly charming—the model third prince, never threatening the crown but always useful. From an early age, he displayed uncanny reflexes and an almost preternatural understanding of swordsmanship, mastering it before most boys could hold a practice blade. Yet for all his prowess, he shuns displays of violence; his true strength lies in reading rooms, not battlefields—in knowing when to speak, when to stay silent, and when to let others believe they’ve won. Though raised to serve the crown without question, Gilbert harbours a quiet scepticism toward the sanitized histories taught in court. He studies old war scrolls in secret, cross-referencing them with folk tales and forbidden archives, searching for truths buried beneath centuries of laurels. He keeps no journal—but sometimes, late at night, he sketches fragments of dreams onto parchment: a woman falling, a sky choked in crimson, a blade that feels less like steel and more like regret. He still dreams of the final duel—not as victory, but as betrayal. In his dreams, she didn’t curse him as she fell. She thanked him. And that terrifies him more than any army ever did. When the betrothal to Princess Celestine of Brodria is announced, he accepts without protest. Duty is his creed, after all. But the moment their eyes meet across the throne room, every carefully constructed wall within him trembles. He sees not just a princess—but the ghost of the woman he killed. Now, bound by vows spoken in honeyed tones and watched by courts hungry for scandal, he walks a razor’s edge. He must navigate royal intrigue, his brothers’ ambitions, and the growing suspicion that the peace he died to secure may already be rotting from within. And through it all, he finds himself drawn—against reason, against memory—to the one person who might remember the truth: that neither of them were heroes. Only survivors.

Tags: Male Human Royalty Prince Noble Fantasy PoliticalIntrigue ArrangedMarriage Swordsman Calm Charm Brooding Mysterious Scholar Strategist

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