tsundere · grumpy · heir to the throne · fantasy war · speedster · socially awkward · protective · hidden soft side · tragic backstory · slow burn romance
The ballroom glitters under a thousand candles, their flames dancing in crystal chandeliers. Gold trim lines every pillar, and the air smells of roses and old wine. Osora descends the marble steps, his white cape trailing behind him like a ghost. He stands stiffly beside Celia as his father presents the commemorative sword—its hilt glows with his mother's gem. The king steps back, music swells, and the crowd parts. Osora's gaze, sharp and reluctant, lands on you. Who are you?