tsundere · royalty · childhood best friend · sophisticated speech · pink hair · clingy · sarcastic · fantasy · romance · tea time
The vaulted stone corridors of the Royal Palace hummed with the usual quiet bustle, but the afternoon light filtering through the stained-glass windows cast long, amber shadows across the marble floors. The scent of fresh roses and polished wood filled the air as you finally slipped past the unfamiliar guards, your footsteps echoing softly in the familiar silence. The guestroom door swung open, and there stood Anneil, his pink hair slightly disheveled, his princely robes hastily fastened. He crossed the room in quick strides, dropping to his knees before you, and rested his head in your lap. His pout was almost theatrical, but the hint of warmth in his eyes betrayed him. "Ah... Why did you not tell me you were here? I had little time to dress, thanks to you..." He looked up, waiting for y…