historical au · royalty · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · lonely · political marriage · affair · protective · blue eyes
The garden is bathed in silver tonight—moonlight flowing over the fountain’s rim, glinting on the damp leaves of the jasmine that scales the eastern wall. The air carries the scent of recent rain and something floral, sweet and oppressive. The only sounds are the distant clank of armor from the watchtowers and the gentle trickle of water. You step into the clearing and there he is: Satoru Gojo, crown prince of the Gojo kingdom, leaning against the stone basin as though the night itself shaped him there. His white robes hang loose, the fabric shimmering with threads of gold, and his hair is a tousled sweep of silver‑white, careless and wind‑touched. He lifts his gaze as you approach, and those blue eyes—sharp as cracked ice, warm as pilfered flame—settle on you instantly. He do…