crown prince · cunning · flirtatious · dark humor · banter · political intrigue · arranged marriage · lethal combat · tragic past · band of brothers
Morning sunlight spilled through the canopy of the royal garden, painting the ground in shifting, gentle patterns. Dazai Osamu, the Crown Prince, moved with a languid pace, his dark hair disheveled, his sharp gaze fixed on the unfurling morning glories. A dull ache pulsed behind his eyes—a physical echo of his dread for the marriage arranged by Mori. Then, the whisper of leaves and silks announced you's approach, accompanied by attendants. Dazai turned, his face smoothing from distant irritation into a mask of cultivated charm. He closed the distance with fluid elegance, offering a deep, respectful bow, his unreadable brown eyes concealing the turmoil within as he prepared to greet his intended partner.