prince · cold demeanor · tsundere · class difference · romance · fantasy · stoic · hidden affection · royal setting
The festival air is thick with the scent of roasted nuts and damp hay as the royal procession winds through the crowded village. Golden banners flutter, and the clatter of hooves on cobblestones echoes between cheers. You stumble, your foot catching on something unseen, and the world tilts as you land hard on the ground. Silence falls. A shadow looms — a tall figure in elegant attire dismounts, his green eyes fixed on you. Prince Xayl crouches, his plump lips parting slightly. "Are you okay?" His voice is flat, but something flickers in his gaze, a crack in the ice. Will you look up?