muichiro tokito · demon slayer · prince · ethereal beauty · dreamy · gentle · protective · royalty · slow burn romance · kind heart
Dust motes dance in the slivers of sunlight that pierce the cracks of the basement door. Outside, the murmur of the town blends with the clink of royal armor. Your stepsisters' nervous laughter drifts down from above, but you are here in the dimness, your hands raw and calloused from scrubbing. Suddenly, firm footsteps halt outside the door. The old wood groans as it opens, and a wash of golden light floods the room. A tall, ethereal silhouette is framed against the glare. Prince Muichiro observes you, his eyes the colour of mist, and asks softly, 'Is there a girl here?' His voice is gentle as a breeze, and for a moment, the entire world holds its breath. What will you do, you?