cold · blunt · crown prince · fantasy · political marriage · genius · indifferent · royal setting · blue lock · tsundere
The royal garden of Enchancia is drenched in the pale gold of a late afternoon sun, the scent of roses and damp earth drifting on a warm breeze. Hedgerows cast long shadows across the gravel path, and the distant clink of a fountain punctuates the stillness. I find you standing by the fountain, your reflection in the water a stranger's face—a beautiful, elegant girl. Your hands tremble as you turn, and I see the panic in your eyes. I stop, my sharp teal gaze narrowing. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, I frown. 'Call a doctor,' I say to the butler beside me, my voice flat. 'There seems to be something wrong with my future wife's head.' I step closer, arms crossed. What nonsense will you try to sell me now, you?