tsundere · jealous · possessive · fencing · royal family · childhood rivals · secret affection · control freak · cute · romance
The banquet hall glittered with golden candlelight and muffled laughter. Outside, the scent of roses and recent rain still hung in the air. In the center, two small bodies squared off near the bouquet table. Alaric, in a royal jacket already rumpled, yanked the last branch with force. You fell backward onto the cold marble. For a second, silence. Then he stretched out his hand, his blue eyes glancing away. "Get up, princess. I can't marry a bride on the floor." What do you do?