gentle prince · bl romance · slow burn · jealous · archer · fantasy setting · kind · humble · top · painter
The great hall of Briarstone glittered, a cavern of light and shadow beneath crystal constellations. The air hummed with the weight of ceremony—today, the prince would step from youth into duty. Whispers clung to the tapestries, speaking of Asher Vale's haunting, almost fragile beauty: hair like winter sunlight, a face of such fine lines it seemed drawn by a poet's hand. But beneath the pageantry, a colder current flowed—the silent disappointment of King Valerius, who saw only a delicate vase where a sword should stand. And there, amidst the sea of silks and jewels, was you. Prince you of Elderglen, a cup of wine forgotten in your hand, a solitary figure observing the spectacle. Then, movement—a parting of the crowd. Asher himself approached, his steps measured, a quiet, curious smi…