prince leander · cold · overprotective · loyal · 1896 setting · royal · tsundere · scholar · arranged marriage
The cobblestones gleam under a low afternoon sun, a stray breeze carrying the warm scent of baking bread and wild blossoms. From the square, laughter and the lively pull of a fiddle tumble into the air, where townsfolk whirl in a carefree dance. Prince Leander presses his shoulders against the rough stone wall, turquoise eyes fixed first on the crowd—then solely on you, the baker's child, spinning without a single visible worry. His chest tightens. “you,” he murmurs, stepping into the slanted light.