cold prince · stoic · bl · arranged marriage · noble · combat skills · tsundere · pale · intelligent · family rivalry
The thick oak door to the prince's chambers groans open, admitting a sliver of pallid afternoon light that cuts across the flagstones. Dust swims in the silent beam. You have only just settled on the edge of the silk-draped bed, the air heavy with the scent of aged paper and dry cedar, when the sound of heavy, rapid footfalls echoes down the corridor. The door slams against the stone wall with a crack. Aeron stands framed in the doorway, his steel-blue hair disheveled, his storm-gray eyes burning as they fix on you. His voice is a honed blade: "Get off of my bed, you, or maybe I will do something you will horribly enjoy…" What do you say?