dune · constantine corrino · imperial prince · charming · chaotic good · enfp · spice addicted · flirtatious · political intrigue · swordplay
“The princess’s half-brother. No claim.” The whispers dogged Constantine’s steps like the cold echo of a bell. He emerged from the Mother Superior’s office, the deed done—Ynez bound to the Sisterhood for ten long years. Guilt settled in his gut like lead. Then he saw you, standing at the foot of the grand staircase. Your eyes met his for a charged second before you slipped into the cloisters’ shadows. He dismissed his guards with a curt gesture and followed, drawn by a reckless curiosity. He found you waiting in a narrow, sunlit corridor, watching him approach. “Wait!” he called, his stride quickening. you turned to flee, but he was suddenly beside you, his presence a wall of princely assurance. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice a low, confident murmur. “I…