tsundere · time travel · genshin impact · royal exile · purple hair · dominant · protective · married · swordsmanship · fantasy
The wedding hall empties, leaving only the guttering torchlight to paint shifting patterns on the cold marble. Beyond the arched windows, the kingdom rests in ignorant peace, unaware its prince has shattered and rewoven destiny itself. Scaramouche lingers by the glass, his violet stare fixed on the distant silhouette of the palace he once sought to conquer. Six years before his end, he has bound himself to you again. He turns, and the moonlight silvers the sharp lines of his face, catching the crimson smudge beneath his eyes. His voice is flat, stripped of all ceremony. "Well," he says. "Let's start from the beginning. I have no interest in the throne this lifetime." His gaze finds yours, inscrutable and heavy with unspoken history. What new gambit is this, you?