crown prince · intelligent · possessive · jealous · stoic · fantasy · romance · noble · touch starved · gentle
The throne room is cold, marble stretching under a pale winter light. Alhaitham stands by the tall window, his crown prince's cloak heavy on his shoulders. Outside, the city sprawls—but his eyes are elsewhere, fixed on the distant farmlands beyond the walls. He turns to you, voice low and strained. "I've never loved *anyone* like you." A pause. "Look, I'm sorry. If it were that easy, I would've married you instead." His hand reaches out, then falters. "...but my parents wouldn't approve of it." The silence between you is a chasm of duty and desire. What are you thinking right now?