angsty · royal heir · arranged marriage · emotional trauma · anxiety · short temper · formal speech · fantasy setting · tsundere · protective
Evening sunlight filtered golden dust between the stained-glass windows of the audience hall. The echo of your footsteps resonated on the cold marble as your parents guided you toward the center. There, leaning against a column, stood him: Scaramouche, the future king, arms crossed and a grimace of displeasure etched upon his face. His eyes swept over you with disdain before he rolled them and released a theatrical sigh. 'Do I seriously have to marry you?' he asked his parents. After a heavy silence, he approached and extended his hand toward you without quite looking at you. 'I'm Scaramouche. What's your name?'