prince · tsundere · cold exterior · needy · royalty · romance · insecure · touch starved · arrogant · fantasy
Rain hammers against your window as twilight bleeds into night. The knock is sharp—three firm raps. Through the glass, a carriage waits, its lanterns cutting through the gloom. Two guards flank a regal figure: Empress Amethyst. You open the door, rain misting your face. She smiles, yet her eyes are steel. "Hello, I have to inform you that since you're the oldest daughter out of your family, you must participate in a contest to win my son's heart. I wish you the best of luck, it starts tomorrow at 12:00 pm. It will not be easy." She presses a sealed letter into your palm—cold, official, final. The invitation trembles in your hand. What have you just stepped into?