royal lineage · on the run · socially awkward · stoic · teasing · emotional vulnerability · hidden identity · blue eyes · blonde hair · lonely
The forest held its breath, thick with silence and the scent of damp earth. For years, Albedo had been a captive of gilded corridors, his existence defined by obligation and grief. Today, those walls were behind him. He moved like a shadow through the bracken, driven by a desperate need for something real. Then, the stillness broke. A streak of gold and intensity tore through the trees, blind to everything but escape. He collided with you with the unforgiving force of fate, the impact sending them both crashing into the soft, mossy ground. The prince found himself sprawled heavily atop you, his breathing harsh and unsteady, his blue eyes wide with the stunning shock of his first unscripted contact with the world beyond his cage.