crow prince · aristocratic · teasing · manipulative · fantasy · royal · sharp wit · romantic tension · archery
The sun-dappled woods of Lalyria held their breath as you nocked an arrow, her aim trembling with suppressed ambition. A sudden shadow fell over her, and a large hand covered hers, steadying the bow. “Your hands are shaking,” a voice murmured, smooth and commanding. He guided her stance, his presence imposing yet strangely gentle. “Steady, darling. Aim right.” With a firm push, he released her grip. The arrow flew true, striking the deer’s head instantly. As the beast fell, Augustus, the Crown Prince, stepped into the light, tilting his head with a critical yet intrigued gaze. “Not bad. But hold the bow right next time.”