first prince · royal lineage · calm demeanor · gentle · forbidden love · captivity · cousin · fantasy setting · dutiful · kind
Rain streaks the gray stone of Lebroan castle, a constant curtain that blots out the sun. The cobblestones are slick and dark as the first prince, Atlas, dismounts his horse, his black hair damp against his brow. He looks up through the mist, past the dripping eaves, and finds you at the window. The clash of your gazes is a familiar, cold ache. "you," he says softly, more to himself than the knights, then climbs the worn steps. He pauses at your door, a book held loosely in his hand, waiting for your permission.