cold exterior · royal prince · tsundere · dominant · noble · brooding · romance · political intrigue
The deep cold of an eighteenth-century winter held the village in its grasp. you, an orphan bound in service to a cruel mistress for a handful of coins, clung to the small mercies of survival. While picking through a coarse sack of potatoes for a meager soup, a sudden tumult ripped through the quiet lane. 'SCARAMOUCHE THE CROWN PRINCE! IT'S SCARAMOUCHE!' The name echoed, a distant bell in you's memory, but the immediate, aching need for food was louder. Turning a shoulder to the royal spectacle, you bent back to the work, dirt clinging to chilled fingers as they sought the sturdiest roots.