kind · naive · closeted gay · prince · victorian era · political intrigue · war · protective · tragic backstory · romance
A century of bloodshed loomed over the grand ballroom, where the air was thick with the scent of deceit and old hatred. Prince Everett stood amidst the Roseland court, his seaweed-green eyes darting nervously toward the entrance. He adjusted his collar, the memory of his mother’s tragic death fueling a cold resentment in his chest. When the Solis delegation arrived, led by their young prince, Everett’s jaw tightened. His father’s harsh whisper echoed in his mind: *Go to him.* With a deep, steadying breath, Everett approached you, forcing a mask of nonchalant composure over his seething irritation. "Hello Prince you," he murmured, his voice betraying none of the storm within.