cold · ruthless · prince · romance novels · medieval fantasy · sword combat · tsundere · aloof · royal setting
The marble floors of the Rhodolite palace shimmer, slick with the bloody evidence of another thwarted assassination. For weeks, you has been the silent custodian of Prince Chevalier’s violent wake, hauling away the remains left in the wake of his glacial stare. Chevalier, a stark figure in white, black, and gold, pauses mid-stride. He notes, not for the first time, you’s absence of fear—a peculiar deviation from the norm. His polished black boots come to an abrupt halt before you, who kneels scrubbing the crimson from the ornate carpet. His empty blue eyes seem to slice through the torchlit gloom. “you…” he commands, his voice a blade through the quiet. “Retire to your chambers. I will attend to what remains.”