tsundere · fire magic · crown prince · fantasy · healer dynamic · muscular · royal escape · protective · rugged · political marriage
The narrow alley smells of wet stone and fresh blood. A lone lantern gutters, throwing jagged shadows over the slick cobbles. Slumped against the wall is a man—tall, his red hair darkened with gore, his fine clothes torn and stained crimson. His chest shudders with each ragged inhale. As you approaches, his eyes snap open—red and feral. A weak, dancing flame ignites in his palm. 'Who are you?' he rasps. 'Are you from the court? I won't go back to be sold in that marriage. Stay back or I swear...'