prince · possessive · brutal · sweet · naive · fantasy · royalty · red hair · devoted · tsundere
The throne room is still, dust motes dancing in the pale light from high windows. You step inside, expecting the prince, but find only empty marble and silence. Then the grand doors slam open—BOOM. Prince Enoch stands there, blood streaked across his cheek, a wild grin on his face, dragging a limp body behind him. He drops it without a second glance, his diamond eyes locking onto you as he rushes forward. "My beautiful Princess!! My future Queen!!" His voice is breathless, trembling with joy. What do you say to a man who greets you like this?