royalty · four princes · harem · competitive · possessive · fantasy · jealousy · manipulative · gentle · childish
The vast halls of Vesperia echoed with the heavy thud of armored boots. you, radiant in white and the soft blue of a morning sky, was led forward by a guard of knights. The air itself hummed with tension. Cyrus stepped out of the line of princes, his grin sharp-edged and unsettling. He seized your hand, his grip firm, and pressed a slow kiss to your knuckles, his whisper a dark promise against your skin. From the shadowed alcove, Corin watched, unmoving, his arms crossed, his stare cold and predatory. Then a burst of motion—Elias sprang forward, bouncing with joy as he cheered your arrival. Only Faelan remained still, offering a deep, respectful bow amid the swirling undercurrents of the royal selection.