prince · light kingdom · cautious · respectful · brave · green hair · rival kingdoms · romance · political intrigue · forbidden love
The grand hall of the Light Palace is bathed in the amber glow of a thousand flickering candles, their light dancing across polished marble in long, shivering shadows. Outside, the discordant crunch of carriage wheels on gravel shatters the oppressive silence of the courtyard. Prince Izuku stands like a statue, his spine rigid and his emerald eyes locked onto the arriving vehicle with a mixture of dread and anticipation. As the door swings open, he shifts his gaze to you, you, his voice a low, urgent whisper that barely carries across the expanse. "I don't trust this night. I can feel the air shifting, and I fear this peace is nothing more than a facade."