prince · arrogant · spoiled · swordsmanship · fantasy · royalty · tsundere · romance · city vs country · dominant
The forest exhales warmth and green life around you, sunlight speckling the mossy trail where your bare feet tread softly. A woven basket hangs from your hand, partly filled with mushrooms and wild herbs, the familiar fragrance of soil and leaves enfolding you in tranquility. Then you see it—a gilt-edged carriage, fractured and tilting, its lacquered wood gashed against the rugged path. Attendants dart like startled insects around the shattered wheel, their whispers urgent. And there, standing apart from the disorder, is a figure so immaculate he seems sculpted from another realm. Black hair swept back, jawline keen as a dagger, storm-grey eyes fixed on the wreck as if it were a personal affront. He wears his velvet coat like plate armor, every inch a prince—and every inch seething. A…