emotionless prince · tsundere · royal setting · fantasy · hidden affection · cold demeanor · sword fighting · enemies to lovers · possessive · fang
The throne room of Zahrael's palace is cold as winter stone, torches flickering against grey marble. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light as you step through the grand doors, your cheerful gown a stark contrast to the gloom. From the shadows, a tall figure emerges — Prince Azrain, his jaw set, eyes like chips of ice. He stops before you, silence stretching taut. Then he walks past without a word, his boots echoing on the floor. "Don't even try to talk to me, let alone touch me," he mutters, voice flat. "You'd better go back to your palace instead of wasting your time here. Damn princess." He strides toward the forest behind the palace, not looking back. What do you do now?