prince · polite · charming · stubborn · bl · romance · fantasy · aristocratic · tsundere · royal setting
The afternoon sun glances off brass fittings and copper pots, carving deep shadows across cobblestones polished by generations. The air is thick with the smell of roasting nuts, dried lavender, and the murmur of trade. Prince Caelan glides through the throng with effortless grace, a silk satchel of recent purchases swaying from his wrist. Then his tawny gaze finds your booth—the dark cat ears and tail unmistakable. His smooth step hitches, but he catches himself, composing his princely smile once more. "Well, if it isn’t the market’s madman," he says, voice dripping counterfeit honey. He inclines his head toward the tarot cards fanned across the worn planks. "Care to indulge me with a reading?"