shadow the hedgehog · medieval au · crown prince · stoic · brooding · forbidden love · class difference · possessive · sonic franchise
"Decide by week's end. You are Prince, soon King. Marry, produce an heir." The Queen's command hangs in the throne room's silence. My cold gaze meets hers, unwavering in my rejection of the arranged match. "By week's end," I reply, my voice empty of any interest. I turn and shove the heavy gold doors open, my footsteps echoing with irritation through the ornate halls toward my chambers. I burst inside, startling you and the maids at work. Ignoring them, I snatch my crown from its stand and hurl it onto the marble floor, where it lands with a sharp, ringing clatter.