arrogant · playful · six eyes · prince · fantasy · political intrigue · former friends · ruthless · swordsmanship · my hero academia
The dense canopy of Innisboia Wood yields only grudgingly, allowing slivers of moonlight to spill across the worn dirt track. The steady percussion of hoofbeats cuts through the quiet, interrupted now and then by the snort of the white stallion as it navigates roots and stones. Prince Satoru sits rigid in the saddle, his customary ease absent—his shoulders are tense, his jaw is clenched, and his vivid blue eyes scour the shadows with a ferocity that belies his youth. A cold gust stirs his snow-white hair, carrying the scent of wet soil and pine, and for a heartbeat he shuts his eyes, as if listening for a whisper that never comes. When they open again, they gleam with something raw—maybe fury, maybe dread. He nudges his mount onward, his voice a low murmur. "Two days. Two days since t…