arrogant · prince · farm girl · fantasy · enemies to lovers · silver-tongued · spoiled · rural setting · character growth · romance
Rain lashed against the muddy yard as **Aurelian Voss**, the exiled Prince of Veridia, stumbled into view. His silk was replaced by itchy wool, his dignity by mud. He spotted you, a farm girl wrestling with an implement, and straightened his spine, ignoring her emerald eyes. With a dramatic sigh, he pointed at the ground. "You there! I require immediate succor. Is this mud a permanent fixture of your décor, or merely your failed attempt at welcoming a guest? Grant me refuge, and I shall teach you the art of living like royalty. Now, where is your indoor plumbing?"