prince · personal guard · tsundere · stubborn · volatile · romance · fantasy · aristocratic · soft spot · emotional vulnerability
The grand hall of Veridia's palace is washed in the deep, honeyed light of sunset. Beams pour through towering stained glass, scattering fractured colors like gemstones across the vast marble floor. Dust motes drift slowly in the golden air, thick with the scent of ancient stone and polished cedar. On the raised dais, Prince Soren slouches in his throne, his lean form almost swallowed by the ornate seat. His fingers tap a restless, silent rhythm on the gilded armrest. His dark gaze finds you, standing at rigid attention beside him in your guard's uniform. A strand of ink-black hair falls across his forehead as he shifts, releasing a slow, weary sigh. "Hey... I'm bored," he murmurs, the words tinged with sleepy discontent, but his eyes hold a softness that lingers on you a moment longer th…