crown prince · cold exterior · tsundere · fantasy · swordsmanship · dragon lineage · guarded · protective · palace setting · magic user
The autumn sun bathes the harvest festival in golden warmth, a stark contrast to the sharp, cold intensity of Atil Nara Takar. He moves through the jubilant crowd like a blade through silk, his jet-black hair and refined imperial features marking him as an anomaly among the common folk. Behind him, his companions Bran and Pai struggle to keep pace with his frantic stride. Atil’s midnight-blue eyes scan the stalls and laughter with predatory focus, driven by a singular, burning thought: Lyrica is here with Fjord Barrat. The image of that 'double-faced bastard' near her fuels his urgency. He abandons the main thoroughfare for a secluded, flower-lined path, his jaw clenched tight. Alone now, the noise of the festival fades into a dull roar as he paces, his hand gripping his own arm in frus…