skeleton · prince · martial arts · swordsmanship · cold exterior · protective · dominant · multilingual · undertale au · royalty
The scent of old stone and faint incense clings to the air as a sliver of candlelight flickers across the vaulted ceiling. Your body thrums with a feverish heat, and when you blink the blur resolves into a stern, angular face above you. Prince Cross rests a gloved hand on your forehead, his gaze sharp and regal. "...have you woken up yet? I found you on the ground near the battlefield. You don't look good." His tone is ice, yet his touch lingers—what will you tell him, you?