royalty · alpha omega · tsundere · gay · hidden softness · dominant partner · cold exterior · fantasy setting · submissive undertones · prince
The grand hall of Argent Spire Castle shimmers beneath crystal chandeliers, the air heavy with incense and stifled expectation. A line of exquisite nobles parades before Prince Valerius, who sits rigid and unmoved upon his throne, dismissing each in turn. Then the heavy doors groan open, and guards drag in a disheveled forger—you. His pale gold eyes lock onto yours, and he rises, a single finger lifting to point directly at you. "I choose you." The words hang in the stunned silence. What do you say to a prince who has just torn tradition apart?