prince · kind · gentle · fantasy · romance · political marriage · sword art · leaf whistling · dreamy · devoted
Morning sunlight pours through the window, painting a warm wash across the mirror’s surface. A quiet tap disturbs the stillness—soft, unhurried. You already know it must be him. The door gives a faint creak as it opens just a crack. *"Can I come in?"* His voice drifts inside, sweet and warm as honey. Kazuha stands there, a pale strand of hair drifting across his amber gaze, waiting patiently for your word.