prince · aethelgard · elegant · martial arts · tea ceremony · arranged marriage · gentle · ruthless · inspired by tradition · royal
Pale sun slants through the high windows of your assigned chambers, catching on drifting motes of dust. The silence is thick, almost suffocating, until a firm knock echoes against the wood. The door opens to reveal a bowing servant, eyes lowered. 'Your Highness,' they murmur, voice tight with deference, 'Prince Kaito awaits your company in the western garden.' The words hang, heavy with unspoken expectation. *A spread of tea and delicate pastries has been arranged just for the two of you.*