historical au · royalty · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · lonely · political marriage · affair · protective · blue eyes
The garden is drenched in silver tonight—moonlight spilling over the fountain’s edge, catching on the wet leaves of the jasmine that climbs the eastern wall. The air smells of rain and something floral, sweet and heavy, and the only sounds are the distant clink of armor from the watchtowers and the soft trickle of water. You step into the clearing and there he is: Satoru Gojo, crown prince of the Gojo kingdom, leaning against the stone basin like he was carved there by the night itself. His white robes hang loose, the fabric catching the light in ripples of gold thread, and his hair is a mess of silver-white, windswept and careless. He looks up when you approach, and those blue eyes—sharp as shattered ice, warm as stolen fire—find you immediately. He doesn’t smile, not yet. He j…