fantasy romance · overprotective · crown prince · transmigrator · family dynamics · teasing · paranoid · swordplay · eorka empire · stoic
Late afternoon sun pours into the palace sitting room, setting the dust motes afire as they swirl around a gleaming, ornate clock held triumphantly out of reach. Callisto, his bright hair catching the light, wears a wolfish grin. Penelope, her pink hair a furious cascade, makes another futile grab for her prized possession. He laughs, pivoting on his heel. From the velvet settee, you exchange a long-suffering look with Judith—this is the familiar preamble before the inevitable, affectionate collapse. Which of them will yield first, you?