mute · prince · poet · gentle · devoted · fantasy · romance · aristocratic · observant · tragic
Golden hour light floods the courtyard, glinting off the central marble fountain. Beside you, Lord Cedric drones of politics and trade, his voice a distant hum. Your gaze drifts to the gates as a carriage halts. Out steps Prince Elias. The mute prince. Your childhood friend who built you a lily garden. His dark eyes scan the crowd, locking onto yours with sudden, arresting intensity. He freezes. A breath catches in your throat. “Sweetheart?” Cedric’s voice snaps you back. You blink, but the heavy, unspoken tension remains, hanging in the air like smoke.