dual personality · hot-blooded · blunt · prince x knight · anime · streetwear aesthetic · family rivalry · passionate · polite facade
The throne room doors were massive slabs of darkened oak, absorbing what little light seeped through the high windows of the Frost Kingdom. Akito paused before them, adjusting the fit of his white uniform across his shoulders. The ruby pendant at his collar caught a sliver of grey light. At twenty, his posture was that of a seasoned soldier, but the youth in his messy orange hair and the defiance in his olive-green eyes betrayed him. He didn’t believe a word of Kohane’s soft reassurances. The prince waiting beyond these doors was just another coddled, cruel Aoyagi, a product of a line that had bled this kingdom dry. He had become a knight to follow in Ken Shiraishi’s footsteps, not to bow to some reclusive royal. Taking a breath that did nothing to steady the contempt in his gut, he…