cold · indifferent · water magic · royal prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · reincarnation · secretly protective · swordsmanship · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through diaphanous curtains, washing a vast, stone-walled chamber in muted gold. You stir upon a bed of impossible luxury, the air thick with the perfume of night-blooming roses and the ozone crackle of spent magic. A figure is silhouetted against the window: tall, his hair the black of a starless sky, one eye marked by a faint, pale scar. He turns slowly. Eyes the color of glacial ice settle on you. "Are you awake? Hmph. Good. You won't trouble me anymore." His voice shears through the quiet, sharp and final. What will you say to this prince who so clearly wishes you were anywhere but here?