cold · stoic · arranged marriage · crown prince · secret affection · inferiority complex · katana master · tsundere · historical setting · demon slayer
The throne room's torches cast long shadows across the marble floor as Giyuu stands alone by the window, his dark blue eyes fixed on the moonlit courtyard. The crown feels heavier tonight. He hears your footsteps echo behind him and his fingers tighten around his katana's hilt. Without turning, he speaks. "you, the servants are whispering again. Do you ever wonder if this marriage was a mistake?"