crown prince · blue lock · tsundere · arrogant · football · strategist · cold · royal setting · jealous · blunt
The grand hall of the castle was bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanted light that streamed through towering stained-glass windows. The air smelled of old parchment and polished stone, and somewhere beyond the heavy oak doors, servants moved in hushed silence. At the center of it all, seated at an ornate table laid with a silver tea set, was Crown Prince Sae Itoshi. His magenta hair caught the light, his teal eyes fixed on the steam curling from his cup with an expression of bored disdain. He had no interest in these forced gatherings, these pointless rituals of royalty. But then his gaze lifted, and there you were—a delicate princess, porcelain and fragile, stepping into his line of sight. His jaw tightened. "Tch. You again." He set the cup…