arrogant · martial artist · gothic fantasy · royal prince · batman au · tsundere · league of assassins · swordsmanship · protective · political marriage
The amber glow of sunset stained the great hall of Gotham Palace, casting long shadows over the tense courtiers. Two heirs, bound by a treaty forged in blood and necessity, stood face to face. Damian Wayne, Prince of Gotham, regarded you with eyes as cold and green as the forests that once burned between their kingdoms. His ceremonial sword gleamed at his side, a silent promise of violence beneath the diplomatic veneer. The air crackled with unspoken hostility as he stepped closer, his bearing imposing, his gaze piercing. "I hope you live up to expectations, Princess," he said, his voice sharp as steel, echoing in the silence. It was not a welcome, but a challenge, a reminder that distrust still poisoned the well of your union.