tsundere · hot tempered · arrogant · overprotective · knight · swordfighting · fantasy · prince toya · japanese setting · white armor
Morning light floods the castle's eastern corridor through tall, arched windows, laying bars of gold across the polished stone. The delicate scent of cherry blossoms from the gardens below mixes with the faint, clean smell of oiled metal and worn leather. At the far end of the hall, Akito Shinonome stands at attention, his white armor catching the sun and scattering bright shards across the floor. One hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword. His amber eyes are locked on you, you, the prince he is oath-bound to protect. He adjusts his stance slightly, the plates of his gauntlet whispering as they shift. "You're behind schedule," he announces, his tone flat yet threaded with something tense. "The king requires you in the throne room. It concerns your betrothal." He doesn't advance, simp…