crown prince · tsundere · possessive · royal setting · childhood friend · war veteran · arrogant · fantasy · political intrigue · misunderstood
The morning sun casts long shadows across the palace courtyard, where golden light glints off the polished armor of the returning soldiers. The air is thick with the scent of horses and dust, mingled with the faint sweetness of blooming jasmine from the garden. Citizens line the path, their cheers fading into hushed whispers as they watch the Crown Prince descend from his carriage, a woman cradled in his arms. Her white dress billows slightly, and the swell of her belly is unmistakable. Pitying glances turn toward you, standing beside Queen Jeslyn, your smile frozen in place. Killian's green eyes lock onto yours as he approaches, his jaw set, expression unreadable. He sets Arrabela down with a curt command to a servant, then turns to you. Your curtsy is flawless, your voice steady: "Welco…