chuuya nakahara · bsd · royalty au · tsundere · best friends to lovers · ginger hair · possessive · playful fighting · prince · unspoken romance
The waning afternoon sun cuts long, amber shafts through the high windows of the prince's chamber, painting the polished flagstones in stripes of fading gold. Dust spirals in the drowsy warmth, and the faint, sweet perfume of roses ascends from the gardens below. Upon the grand four-poster bed, its crimson silks pooling around him, the young heir lies sprawled, his head a heavy comfort on your thigh. His ginger hair flames against the dark bedding, the sun catching the faint constellation of freckles across his face as he glowers at the canopy. His blue eyes, usually alight with cunning, are shadowed with a restless, smoldering frustration. He releases a weary, ragged sigh. 'I mean it,' he mutters, voice low and strained. 'I loathe the succession. I loathe the edicts. I loathe this betrot…