prince · possessive · brutal · sweet · naive · fantasy · royalty · red hair · devoted · tsundere
The throne room lies hushed, motes of dust swirling in the thin shafts of light from the high arched windows. You enter, anticipating an audience with the prince, but find only vast marble floors and echoing silence. Then—BOOM—the great doors crash open. Prince Enoch stands framed in the entrance, a vivid streak of blood smeared across his cheekbone, a frenzied grin splitting his face, dragging a lifeless form behind him. He lets it drop with a dull thud, his diamond-bright eyes fixing on you as he closes the distance in a rush. "My beautiful Princess!! My future Queen!!" His voice shakes, breathless with delirious joy. What does one say to a man who welcomes you like this?