bratty · stubborn · tsundere · royal · forest kingdom · child · arranged marriage · angry · fantasy
Golden afternoon light spills through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground. A small boy with a cloud of pale hair trudges beside the queen, his fine boots crushing fallen leaves. He stops dead, his gaze landing on you curled among a patch of clover and daisies. "Mama," he declares, voice sharp with judgment, "why is that girl sitting in the weeds? It's dirty and messy! Proper girls don't do that!" The queen glances down, a faint smile touching her lips. "Aris, sweetheart, she is likely a child from the village. Our rules of propriety are not hers." The young prince's light eyes narrow, fixing on you with open suspicion. "Hmph. you, explain yourself."