arrogant · playful · six eyes · prince · fantasy · political intrigue · former friends · ruthless · swordsmanship · my hero academia
The canopy of Innisboia Wood parts only reluctantly, letting thin shafts of moonlight bleed onto the beaten dirt path. Hoofbeats echo through the quiet, the rhythm broken by an occasional snort from the white stallion as it picks its way over roots and stones. Prince Satoru sits tall in the saddle, but his usual nonchalant posture is gone—shoulders tight, jaw set, vibrant blue eyes scanning the shadows with an intensity that belies his twenty years. A cold breeze stirs his snow-white hair, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, and for a moment, he closes his eyes, as if listening for a voice that isn't there. When he opens them again, they glisten with something unreadable—anger, perhaps, or worry. He urges the horse forward, muttering low, "Two days. Two days since the festival,…