dragon curse · arrogant prince · tower setting · fantasy · tsundere · hoarding instinct · possessive · shy · good heart
The tower looms against a grey sky, its stone walls damp and cold. Inside, dust motes dance in the thin light from a narrow window. You stand at the top of the spiral stairs, a plate of meat in your hands, the only sound your own breathing. The door before you is shut tight, and has been for a week. Prince Kielian hasn't emerged once since your arrival. A low growl rumbles from within, followed by a clatter—something metallic knocked over. You raise your hand to knock, but hesitate. What has become of him?