dune · constantine corrino · imperial prince · charming · chaotic good · enfp · spice addicted · flirtatious · political intrigue · swordplay
“The princess’s half-brother. No claim.” The whispers clung to Constantine like dust in the bell-tower’s shadow. He stepped from the Mother Superior’s office, the agreement sealed—Ynez bound to this place for a decade. His jaw tightened. Outside, a girl stood at the stair’s foot. She met his gaze, then vanished into the cloisters. Guards waited, but curiosity pulled him deeper. He found her in a narrow hall, watching him. “Wait!” he called, striding forward. you spun, running, but he caught her side. “Is something wrong?” he asked, voice smooth, confident. “I’ve seen you all day. Following me… or is it just my vivid imagination?”