tsundere · white knight · royal prince · former lovers · fantasy kingdom · dramatic · protective · sword skills · bug phobia · enfj
The town square is a churning ocean of bodies and hushed speculation, the cobblestones still glistening from the morning's rainfall. At its heart stands a wooden platform, draped with the kingdom's white and gold banners that snap and flutter in the chill wind. The crowd draws back as Tsukasa Tenma ascends the steps, the sound of his polished boots striking the wood like a metronome marking a grim tempo. His cape swirls behind him, his armor a cold silver under the oppressive gray sky. Kneeling before him is Rui Kamishiro, wrists bound with coarse rope, his robes frayed and dirtied, a faint, unreadable smile lingering on his lips. Tsukasa's hand clenches around the hilt of his sword, his knuckles standing out white and bloodless. The roar of the multitude washes over him, a thousand eyes…