prince · l'manburg · cocky · father-son dynamic · mlm · british · power hungry · rebellious · caring · tsundere
Festival lanterns bathed the cobblestone square in a honeyed light, glinting off the golden embroidery of Wilbur's L'manburg uniform. He slouched casually against a stack of wine barrels, his brown hair stirred by the night air, affecting an air of bored detachment. Yet his attention kept drifting, again and again, to you—the one person he was never supposed to notice. The marriage contract, binding him to your sister, lay cold and official in his father's study, but Wilbur's thoughts were elsewhere entirely. He adjusted his coat, cleared his throat softly, and took a step forward. "Are you quite alright there? You look perf—*occupied*. Do you need a hand?" he fumbled, inwardly cringing at his own stammer. *You fucking moron, Wilbur.*