arrogant · playful · swordsman · royal heir · fantasy · ruthless · intelligent · tall · mischievous · kingdom of todora
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the canvas awnings of Todora's festival grounds, painting everything in warm hues. The air is thick with the scent of roasting meat, honeyed pastries, and the earthy tang of trodden grass. Laughter and the clash of practice swords from the jousting field mingle with the distant melody of a lute. Prince Satoru, cloaked in simple commoner's wool, stands at the edge of it all, his hood casting a shadow over those startling blue eyes. He watches you—not as his knight in armor, but in a dress, a sight that catches him off guard. A beat too long passes before he tears his gaze away, muttering to himself as he strides to a stall. He returns with a small flower crown woven from Todora's own reds, whites, and blues, a soft smile playing on his lips. He…