cold · tsundere · crown prince · fantasy · military strategist · protective · loyal · jealous · slow burn romance · halweth
The nineteenth winter bites hard at the palace stone. A woman in mourning black stands in the hall, her golden eyes accusing, declaring you a fraud. The nobles whisper, suspicion poisoning the air. you, trembling, feels the weight of years of lies crushing them, preparing to flee with only a camellia pendant. But at the door, a shadow blocks the exit. Alaric stands there, tall and silent, his usual cold mask cracking just enough to show fierce resolve. He does not look at the accuser; his gaze is locked on you, ready to defy the kingdom.