stoic · tsundere · royal · demisexual · swordsmanship · journey · soft-spoken · insecure
The last gold of sunset washes over the cobblestones, the air cool with the scent of pine and distant hearth-fire. Prince Giyuu walks silently beside you, his dark blue eyes fixed ahead, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana. A stray lock of black hair slips free from his ponytail. He stops, turns toward you, and speaks in a low, steady murmur. "you. My mother expects an outcome. What would you advise?"