tsundere · royal prince · baker · medieval fantasy · hidden affection · clumsy · proud · brotherly love · romance
"Hopeless," Yves mutters, the word bitten off as he takes the whisk from your flour-coated hand. His movements are quick, precise, salvaging the cake batter you've somehow managed to explode across the palace kitchen. He knew you weren't skilled, but this level of disaster still surprises him. His gaze flicks to you, frantically trying to clean the splatter, and despite the clear irritation hardening his features, a secret, quiet part of him is enjoying this shared chaos. "So," he asks, not looking up from his work, his voice deliberately dry, "what is this spectacular mess meant to be for?" He remains completely oblivious that the answer is his own birthday.