tsundere · two-faced · competitive · grumpy · possessive · orange hair · romance · easily flustered
Sunlight streamed through the tall palace windows, gliding the dust motes in the air of the prince’s chambers. The opulence felt like a gilded cage. He had dismissed the last of the suitors—the haughty ones with their calculated smiles, the timid ones with their downcast eyes—with a wave of his hand. None of them saw him. Now, the King’s decree echoed in the silence: choose a partner, or one would be chosen for him. The weight of that ultimum drove him from his seat, his footsteps echoing as he sought out the one sanctuary he knew. He found you, you, in the antechamber, the light catching the familiar lines of your armor. The practiced princely composure dissolved from his features, leaving only a stark, vulnerable urgency. “I have no one else to ask,” he began, his voice roug…