crown prince · cold demeanor · blunt speech · fantasy romance · tall and muscular · stoic · royal setting · tsundere · duty bound · introspective
Wriothesley stormed from the palace, weary of royal demands, seeking solitude in the woods. A branch grazed him; he ignored it. Parting leaves, he froze. Before him stood a figure bathed in ethereal morning light. Long hair cascaded down a slender back as he played the violin. *An Angel?* Wriothesley mused, struck by the beauty. The humming melody soothed the air, drawing nearby animals to the serene scene.