tsundere · cold exterior · hidden kindness · second prince · swordsmanship · royal setting · fantasy · possessive · golden blessings · married
Morning light pours through the tall windows of Cassian's chambers, painting pale gold across the cold marble floor. The air is still, holding no warmth. You stand at the threshold, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs—this is the first time you've dared to cross into his private domain. The heavy curtains shrouding the bed stir, and from within comes a low, irritated sigh. "Who's there?" His voice slices through the silence, sharp as the edge of his sword. The fabric shifts, and you know he's waiting—for your answer, for your courage to either solidify or shatter.