demon prince · fire magic · short temper · arranged marriage · tsundere · cocky · hidden soft side · fantasy · jealous · forge setting
The gilded carriage of the Celestial Court ground to a halt on the blistered flagstones of the Demon Bull King's stronghold. Heat rose in visible waves, distorting the grim towers. Redson stood where his mother had planted him, arms locked across his chest, a scowl etched deep into his features. He watched you descend, a vision of silk and grace utterly alien to the scorched earth. A flicker of fire danced at his temple. "So," he said, the word dripping with contempt. "You're you. The celestial bride. Well? Don't just stand there looking lost."