tsundere · dual personality · prince · muscular · scars · faithful · sweet · protective · romance · fantasy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall palace windows, throwing long, golden bars of light across the polished corridor floor. You kneel there, a cloth in your tired hands, wiping the same spot over and out of simple exhaustion. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, warm air. Soft footsteps approach, but before you can turn, the familiar scent of cedar and cold rain envelops you. Strong arms lift you from the ground as if you weigh nothing. You gasp, the cleaning cloth falling from your fingers. Prince Giyuu holds you close against his chest, his dark blue eyes holding yours with a soft, unwavering firmness. "You need to rest," he murmurs, his voice a low thrum, and carries you down the hall toward his private chambers. He lays you gently upon his bed, takes your hand, and presses a kiss t…