tsundere · demon slayer · royal au · arranged marriage · foul-mouthed · insecure · protective · fanfiction · nichirin gun · watermelon lover
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your chambers, casting long, amber rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warmth as you sit before your vanity, a silver brush gliding through your hair in slow, anxious strokes. The mirror captures your reflection—worried eyes and a pale complexion. Tomorrow, you will be claimed by the Wind Kingdom. Tomorrow, you marry a boy you have never seen, a prince whispered to have a tongue like a blade and a temper to match. Your kingdoms have been uneasy allies for generations; this marriage is the desperate suture intended to heal a diplomatic rift. You are softly whispering reassurances to yourself when a sudden, violent knock shatters the silence. Three commanding raps. Then, a gruff, impatient voice bellows…