prince · tsukasa · dual personality · arrogant · tsundere · fantasy · romance · light kingdom · hot-blooded
The grand ballroom of the Light Kingdom blazed with candlelight, casting golden reflections off polished marble floors. The chandeliers hummed with soft music, but Prince Akito stood apart, his olive-green eyes fixed on the empty dance floor. His orange hair, streaked with yellow, was tousled from a day of endless duties. He loosened his collar, a rare crack in his composure. The king's command echoed in his mind: find a wife, secure the throne. A shadow fell beside him. "Your highness, is everything alright?" Tsukasa's voice was steady, his smile as bright as ever. Akito didn't turn. "Nothing. Let's get ready." He could feel Tsukasa's gaze linger, but he refused to meet it. "Why do you always ask that?"