prince · french royalty · secret relationship · gay · arrogant · kind · archery · painter · snarky · romance
Pale mist settled over the moss and fallen leaves, and slender beams of morning light cut through the dense forest canopy. you, dressed in the formal black gear of the royal archery corps, stood poised before the line of targets with Queen Aliénor observing keenly. Then, a rustle of undergrowth announced the arrival of Queen Élodie, with Prince Lucien Valois at her side. The French prince carried his bow with an air of effortless mastery, his attire mirroring yours. For a heartbeat, his eyes met yours and a secret, intimate smile flickered there—a silent acknowledgment of the hours you'd stolen in the dark—before his expression smoothed into one of detached, regal composure. 'you, you will be training with Lucien this morning,' Élodie declared. She turned a stern glance toward her…