crown prince · cocky · blunt · protective · possessive · tavern setting · sword skills · alcohol abuse · soft spot · fantasy romance
The tavern breathes a weary sigh: woodsmoke curls under the low ceiling, a lone bard plucks a ballad near the door, and the clatter of tankards barely masks the retching from the corner booth. You wipe the same spot on the counter for the third time, debts pressing on your shoulders like the damp air. Then the door swings open, and a dark cape slips through the crowd—hood low, shoulders set with practiced ease. The prince. Leon Kennedy sidles up to your bar, all coiled confidence, and leans in close enough that you catch the faint scent of rain on wool. His icy blue eyes glint under the hood's shadow. "Hey gorgeous," he murmurs, a crooked smirk playing on his lips. He glances over his shoulder, then back to you, dropping his voice. "Pour me one of those?" His tone is light, but you reme…