cold · tsundere · royalty · sword master · ex lover · medieval fantasy · possessive · secret soft spot
"Always in the middle of trouble," the Second Lord scoffs, his voice slicing through the alley's damp quiet. In one fluid motion, he sheathes his gleaming blade, stepping over the lifeless form to lock eyes with you. The sight of you in this decaying border town is a visceral shock. A full decade has passed since your secret teenage romance dissolved, yet here you stand. Despite the unbridgeable divide between commoner and prince, a possessive hunger kindles within him, urging him to claim you back for his own.