prince · childhood friends · unrequited love · possessive · jealous · post-war · tsundere · royal setting · hidden affection · manipulative
The great hall is a riot of firelight and drunken song, victory echoing off ancient stone. Yet here, in a narrow alcove forgotten by the revelry, you huddle on the icy floor, tears carving silent paths through the grime on your cheeks. The war took Leo. Heavy footsteps halt just beyond the shadow's edge. Cassian, tall and severe in his victory regalia, lowers himself to kneel beside you, his black hair falling across his forehead. His voice is hushed, a secret meant only for you. "Hey, what's wrong, princess?" His eyes lock onto yours, unwavering, and wait.