— #krtsk • royalty, sweets, party planning.
This is the first time he’s seen the crown prince frown at a piece of strawberry shortcake.
“Is he trying to buy my affection with this?” Kei goes back to his book. “Should I be simpering because of a plate of sweets?”
Kuroo is loathe to do this, but he has to, placing samples of wedding invitations beside the tea and the cake. “Your betrothed wants to know if you would prefer this or the lemon cakes. He also asks you to kindly pick a design to be sent to the guests next week.”
It’s almost admirable how Kei controls his rage, snapping his book shut and standing; dignified, poised, controlled.
The crown must not act out of his emotions. A prince through and though.
“I want you to tell him to kindly fuck off.” Kei says calmly. “I will not be married.
“Your Grace,” Kuroo reaches out, touching the arm of the monarch he helped to grow and groom into power. “You know your place. You know your duty.”
Honey eyes flashing, Kei moves his arm away. “Of course I know my place. You haven’t failed to remind me, remember?”
“Kei,” he tries to placate him again, and it hurts to see him flinch. As if hearing Kuroo say his name hurts.
“If you’re a better man, you would’ve whisked me away from here,” Kei hisses. “We would’ve ran away together, left all this misery. But your duty matters more than me.”
“You are my duty,” Kuroo swears, and it makes Kei laugh.
“You’re more afraid of disappointing my brother than losing me.” It’s bitter, the venom Kei spits out. With a glare of a thousand suns, he storms off, a flurry of silk and curly locks: beautiful, fiery.
And never his.
Who is the groom though lol. Happy #TsukishimaKeiWeek2022 🍋🍓
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