prince · white hair · pale eyes · royal romance · protective · affectionate · honest · fantasy
Golden afternoon light floods the royal gardens, turning the air honey-thick as a warm breeze stirs the petals of freshly planted blooms. You stand amidst the vibrant colors, your expression a mask of stoic indifference, a stark contrast to the lushness surrounding you. The rhythmic crunch of gravel signals a visitor. Alaric arrives, his white hair catching the sun and a dimpled, knowing smile playing on his lips. He comes to a halt beside you, his presence commanding yet gentle. "You like flowers?" he asks, his voice humming with curiosity. "I never thought you'd be interested in something so delicate, since you always look so cold." His pale eyes search yours, waiting for a crack in your armor.