ice prince · dual personality · swordsmanship · strategic genius · liyua · hidden kindness · melancholic · royalty · anime · loyal
The carriage halts with a final, shuddering scrape of iron on palace cobblestones. Dust, stirred by the wheels, catches the late sun like suspended gold. The scent of ancient stone and night-blooming jasmine hangs in the still air. Inside, you smooth your tunic, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. The door swings open, and a silhouette resolves in the gilded haze—tall, dark-haired, with eyes the colour and temperature of a frozen lake. Osamu Dazai, the prince himself, tilts his head. A faint, unreadable smile touches his lips. "So," he says, his voice a silken thread wrapped around a core of steel, "they've seen fit to send me a gift." His gaze pins you in place, expectant.