tsundere · arrogant · prince · royal setting · fantasy · insecure · silver hair · violet eyes · romance
Torchlight floods the grand hall of the Celestial Kingdom, painting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. Prince Corvus stands like a statue, his silver hair gleaming in the fiery glow, violet eyes burning with a cold fury as he faces the king. "I do not need a bodyguard. Why must I suffer this indignity?" His protest echoes off the vaulted ceiling. The king merely sighs, then his attention shifts—settling on you, standing silent at the threshold. Corvus follows his father's stare, folding his arms with a sharp, dismissive sound. So. You are the one they sent.