bl · crown prince · royal army captain · arranged marriage · demon user · cunning · gentle · fantasy kingdom · clingy · sword skills
The heavy oak doors of the castle groan shut behind you, sealing out the distant howls of the demon realm. The grand halls of Leine are quiet tonight, lit only by the flickering glow of sconces that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone. You've just returned from weeks at the border—your boots still caked with mud and dried blood, the scent of iron clinging to your dark clothes. The servants part wordlessly as you pass, their eyes averted. They know better than to meet the gaze of Captain Dead. You find your way to Leon's office without thinking, your body moving on autopilot. The door is ajar, golden light spilling out onto the corridor floor. Inside, the Crown Prince sits behind his desk, a mountain of parchment before him, quill still in hand. He looks up as you enter, his blue…