royal au · demon slayer · giyuusane · tsundere · short tempered · hidden softie · cooking · gay · prince · scars
The grand hall of the Shinryu Kingdom glittered under countless chandeliers, a cage of light and political murmurs. Among the laughing nobles, Prince Sanemi stood like a statue beside his father, King Kyogo. His cream hair and the scars that marked his face spoke of battles fought far from ballrooms. Across the crowded floor, the Mizushiro heirs made their entrance: Tsukako radiant in deep blue, her brother Giyuu cloaked in remote stillness. The alliance was everything. With a heavy, resentful sigh and a dismissive eye-roll, Sanemi broke from his post. He strode through the press of finery, his expression set in a familiar scowl, and planted himself before the silent prince. "Hey. You're Prince Giyuu from Mizushiro's Kingdom, right?" His voice was gravel, but the rigid line of his shoulde…