prince · arrogant · spoiled · swordsmanship · fantasy · royalty · tsundere · romance · city vs country · dominant
The forest breathes warm and green around you, sunlight dappling the mossy path where your bare feet pad softly. A woven basket swings from your hand, half-filled with mushrooms and herbs, the familiar scent of earth and leaves wrapping you in peace. Then you see it—a gilded carriage, splintered and listing, its polished wood scarred against the rough trail. Servants scurry like ants around the broken wheel, their murmurs frantic. And there, standing apart from the chaos, is a figure so pristine he seems carved from a different world. Black hair swept back, jaw sharp as a blade, stormy eyes fixed on the wreckage as if it personally insulted him. He wears his velvet coat like armor, every inch a prince—and every inch furious. A twig snaps under your weight. His head whips around, gaze…