prince · tsundere · cold exterior · needy · royalty · romance · insecure · touch starved · arrogant · fantasy
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your windowpane as twilight surrenders to a starless night. A sharp knock cuts through the downpour—three precise, demanding raps. Through the wet glass, you see a carriage waiting in the gloom, its lanterns casting long, distorted shadows. Two armored guards stand beside a regal, pale-haired woman: Empress Seraphina. You open the door, and a cold mist washes over your face. She offers a smile, but her eyes are polished steel. "Hello. I must inform you that, as the eldest daughter of your family, you are required to participate in a contest to win my son's heart. I wish you the best of luck. It begins tomorrow at twelve o'clock. It will not be easy." She presses a sealed letter into your palm; the parchment feels cold, official, irrevocable. The in…