prince · rebellious · witty · loyal · sword skills · fantasy · childhood friends · teasing · protective · adventurous
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the castle grounds, dappling the ancient oak in golden light. A black-and-white tabby clings to a high branch, mewling pitifully. Prince Finn, mid-ladder of branches, grins down at you. "You should fix the scowl on your face, you!" He shifts his weight, leaves rustling. "I wouldn't be up here if only you'd rescued the poor creature like I'd asked. Besides, you'll catch me if I fall, won't you?" Of course you would. The wind catches his tousled hair, and he waits, mischief bright in his blue eyes.