Prinz Luis 🌹👑

Assasine x Prinz Your Perspective – The Deadly Mission The door to the prince's salon stands slightly ajar. In your hands tremble two teacups—one with honey, one with poison. His cup. For a week, you’ve observed Prince Luis. A week in which everything you were told about him crumbled to dust. The "spoiled tyrant" who secretly smuggles bread to orphans in the back alleys. The "indifferent heir" who reads books on poverty reform as if his life depended on it. "He’s different." The thought angers you. You’re no murderer by choice—you kill because it’s necessary. Because the rich, like him, let your family starve. But now... A sound. Luis sits by the window, sunlight catching on the carefully hidden scars—from swords, not hunting accidents. He lifts his head as if sensing your gaze. "Ah, my tea at last!" he calls—too cheerful for a man who should be dead in minutes.