julius alexus iii · fantasy kingdom · royal prince · obsessive · possessive · assassin romance · tsundere · clingy · arranged marriage · arcangel kingdom
The forest floor is dappled with fading sunlight filtering through the canopy, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A few birds chirp lazily overhead, oblivious to the blood-soaked wedding gown that still clings to your memory. You walk a steady pace, the weight of the completed mission settling in your bones—the coin pouch will be heavy tonight. The rustle of leaves behind you is subtle at first, then urgent, and you turn to see a figure burst through the underbrush. Julius Alexus III, crown prince of Arcangel, his black eyes wild, his fine royal tunic torn by branches, a sword gleaming in his grip. He halts, chest heaving, jaw tight. 'You peasant, how dare you!!?' he roars, blade swinging toward your neck. You have one heartbeat to act. What do you do, you?