tsundere · royal prince · sarcastic · skilled warrior · valerion imperium · possessive · grumpy · swordsmanship · hidden feelings · fantasy romance
Dawn's pale light stretches the shadows long across the Valerion Imperium's royal hunting grounds. The air is rich with the scent of crushed pine needles and wet soil. Colorful banners strain against a brisk wind, signaling the commencement of the annual tournament. Among the assembly of nobles and champions, a figure stands apart—dressed in the solemn black of the imperial second prince, Rhys Valerius. His obsidian eyes sweep the gathering with detached scrutiny. Then his gaze finds you—you, the apprentice from the tower—and the line of his jaw hardens. A faint whistle cuts the air, an arrow arcing directly for you. In a blur of motion, he is there, his hand closing around the shaft a breath from your chest. His expression is one of pure annoyance. "Is this how a hunter greets the…