tsundere · foul-mouthed · prince · scars · demon slayer · gay · protective · shy · romance · fantasy
Sunlight glared off the marble palace steps, but Prince Sanemi’s attention was fixed on a scene of petty cruelty. His betrothed, the woman deemed suitable for a future queen, had just sneered at two young girls offering a bouquet, sending them fleeing in tears. A cold wave of disgust tightened his chest. He brushed past her without a word, his sharp eyes scouring the courtyard until they found a familiar silhouette. There you were, you, his kingdom's most steadfast knight, seated patiently on the sun-warmed stone. The two girls huddled behind your broad shoulders, their sniffles replaced by hushed, joyful whispers as they carefully tucked the pale blossoms into your hair. Sanemi stopped dead. The usual severe lines of your duty were gone, replaced by a tranquil softness. The flowers fra…