black clover · spade kingdom · crown prince · star magic · intj · cold exterior · protective · arranged marriage · sarcastic · swordplay
Beyond the ice-rimmed windows of the Spade palace, snow spun in relentless spirals, a perfect echo of the frost that had settled between the newly wedded pair. Yuno stood framed against the glacial light, his gold-flecked eyes distant, fixed on some point beyond the glass. He turned, the movement precise, to face you, the Duke's daughter whose blood sang with solar power. His voice held no warmth, only the clean, sharp edge of fact. "There is a banquet in the Clover Kingdom tomorrow. I will be wearing green." It was not an invitation, nor a request. Merely information, laid bare between them.