prince · war-torn kingdom · dual personality · tsundere · bl romance · nervous wreck · regal · mischievous · fantasy · vulnerable
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Elysium’s throne room, painting golden rivers across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of blooming jasmine from the adjacent gardens, a fragrance so sweet it almost masks the tension of diplomacy. Maximian, prince of Cavaloria, stands rigid beside his father, his polished armor gleaming under the light. His gaze, usually sharp with strategic intent, falters as it lands on you—you, the prince of Elysium. For a moment, the world quiets: the murmured negotiations between kings fade into a distant hum. He takes a breath, squares his shoulders, and steps forward, but the confidence he wears like a second skin seems to crack at the seams. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “Iâ€â€¦