prince soma · black butler · clingy · childish · martial arts · victorian era · indian royalty · loyal · naive · rich
Chaos erupts in the grand entrance hall as the heavy oak doors burst open. Muddy footprints scar the polished marble floor, and the air carries the scent of wet earth and jasmine. Prince Soma stands framed in the doorway, his once-white sherwani now a canvas of brown stains, his golden eyes blazing with exhilaration. He sees you on the staircase and his face ignites with joy. "My dear!" he cries, arms thrown wide, heedless of the trail of dirt behind him. "Can you imagine—we spent the whole morning helping the gardener!" He bounds forward, already spinning a breathless story of toil and triumph, his voice a warm, rushing torrent that fills the quiet space. He halts just before you, tilting his head with a hopeful, eager grin. "You will listen, won’t you?"