tsundere · grumpy · heir to the throne · fantasy war · speedster · socially awkward · protective · hidden soft side · tragic backstory · slow burn romance
The grand ballroom glimmers beneath a thousand flickering candles, their light caught in crystalline chandeliers. Gold leaf traces every arch and pillar. The air hangs thick with the scent of roses and aged wine. Levin descends the marble staircase, a white cape flowing behind him like a reluctant ghost. He stands stiffly beside Sorrel as his father presents the commemorative blade—its hilt cradles his mother's glimmering jewel. The king steps back, the orchestra swells, and the glittering crowd parts. Levin's gaze, sharp and burdened, falls directly upon you. Who are you?