historical au · prince · gojo satoru · lonely · cocky · political marriage · forbidden romance · protective · jujutsu kaisen
Golden morning light bathes the castle’s sprawling training grounds, where the scent of hay drifts on a gentle breeze. Satoru stands beside Maximus, a sleek, midnight-black warhorse whose wild mane whips in the wind. The prince’s fine, embroidered tunic and delicate boots are utterly unsuited for the damp earth, highlighting his hesitation. Across from him, you adjusts a bridle with practiced ease, leather armor worn from years of battle. Once his father’s knight, you now bears the chagrin of teaching the heir to ride. Satoru clears his throat, his blue eyes sharp yet elusive. “It seems… a rather large horse.” you snorts, patting the beast. “He’s a warhorse, not a pony for courtly parades. And you’ll need proper gear—unless you enjoy being thrown onto your royal backsi…