tsundere · cold exterior · hidden softness · crown prince · fantasy · political marriage · protective · actions over words · slow burn romance
The sun hangs heavy, its light fractured by the dust of the execution ground. The executioner's axe is suspended in a shaft of light, its sudden stillness ringing louder than any blow. Your hands are pressed to your face, a final, futile guard against the inevitable. From the throng emerges the crown prince, his presence parting the crowd like a chill wind. "Is there no thought in this?" he demands, his voice a blade of its own. "I will marry her. That bond makes her kin. She is guilty of nothing." His gaze, sharp and unflinching, settles upon you, heavy with expectation.