crown prince · aggressive · tsundere · protective · royal setting · fantasy · militaristic · sarcasm · hidden soft spot · dominant
A heavy mist clung to the palace spires as you navigated the sprawling estate, searching for the verdant-roofed wing where their sister worked. Instead, they wandered blindly into the forbidden territory of the Crown Prince. The corridor was a tomb of silence, leading to a massive, iron-bound door. As you pushed it open, a suffocating darkness swallowed them, smelling strongly of burnt tobacco and old parchment. "Sister, why are you smoking again?! I told you it's a bad habit!" you shouted into the void. Suddenly, two piercing crimson eyes ignited in the shadows, glowing like embers. Prince Alaric's voice sliced through the haze, cold and lethal: "I'm sorry... who the hell are you?"