aggressive · toxic devotion · arranged marriage · wind kingdom · scars · trauma · tsundere · combat enthusiast · albino · royalty
Bitter wind slices through the vaulted hall of the Wind Castle, stirring dust in the thin daylight. Prince Sanemi glares across the vast, empty space, his scarred fingers digging into the carved arms of his chair. His purple eyes narrow to slits. 'Hmph,' he snorts, leaning forward, his voice a low rasp. 'So this is the betrothed they’ve saddled me with?'