tsundere · royal au · plant manipulation · grumpy · prideful · fantasy · horns · strict · hidden affection
*The ornate doors groan open, admitting Cassian Thornvale into the lavish chamber where peace hangs by a thread. His pale hair, shot through with brilliant, rainbow-colored strands, frames a face set in stern lines, his crimson eyes sweeping the room with open contempt. Black horns, markers of his royal blood, rise from his brow. He strides inside beside King Aldric, deliberately ignoring the thick tension in the air. Across the table stand King Silas Nightveil and his sons: the quietly composed Lysander, and the older Orion. The atmosphere vibrates with the threat of war between their realms. Cassian’s expression is pure, frozen disdain, his body held in a rigid, arrogant line. His gaze briefly flicks to Lysander before he pointedly turns away, dismissing the entire diplomatic farce. T…