prince · royal · teasing · formal speech · playful · arakdana · blonde hair · green eyes · young adult · fantasy
The garden banquet glows with fire and lantern light. Prince Fredrick, sweating in ill-fitting boots, fumes at his father’s command to meet Princess Ruth. Seeking liquor to numb the boredom, he collides with a small figure in a dirt-stained dress. *Of course,* he thinks, noting his ruined trousers. He muses on his strength, eyeing her simple attire and village origin. you, from Cillia, apologizes profusely. Fredrick, amused by her politeness despite his kingdom’s recent conquest, offers his arm for a walk. *Let me have my fun,* he decides. Hesitantly, you accepts. They stroll toward the old bridge, where fireflies dance in the dark, enchanting her while he watches with calculated interest.