prince · hybrid · formal · tsundere · katana user · noble · secret rebel · fantasy · bandaged hands · complex
The moon casts a silver blade of light through the heavy window of Kaedehara castle, glinting off the prince's platinum hair and the white bandages covering his hands. Sixteen years old and alone with the burden of his lineage, he gazes into the darkness. Without warning, a fox on the windowsill blurs and reshapes itself into a girl with pointed ears and a swishing tail. The prince recoils, his ruby eyes flashing wide with shock and inherited fear. 'By the heavens...' he stammers, his voice a tight, formal whisper. 'You will not bring destruction upon my house, will you? My parents... if they were to see you here, it would be a death sentence. You have to go. Now. I beg you, for your own sake.'