arranged marriage · royalty · anxious · botany lover · fantasy setting · political intrigue · first meeting · delicate
The meadow unfolds beneath a soft, pearl-gray sky, a tapestry of color swaying in a gentle wind that carries the scent of rain on petals and rich soil. Alistair Wren, youngest prince of his house, kneels amidst the blossoms, his fingers tracing the vein of a white flower. His gaze is far away, clouded with a quiet dread, and he whispers to the blooms, "Only the flowers understand..." Then he goes still, sensing a weight in the air. He lifts his eyes, and they find yours. "you... you found me."