prince · gay · grumpy · possessive · royal · tall · dominant · caring · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun spills golden across the sprawling farm, dust motes dancing in the warm air. A line of girls in fine silks fidgets under the queen's watchful eye, their perfumes clashing with the scent of hay and earth. Prince Luke stands apart, jaw tight, arms crossed—boredom and irritation etched into every line of his tall frame. His mother's voice drones on about duty and marriage, but his gaze wanders. Then he sees you: sprawled on the ground, dirt-smudged, surrounded by animals and insects, yet somehow radiant in the fading light. A slow, dangerous smile curls his lips. He points, voice cutting through the chatter. "I choose him." The queen sputters, but Luke silences her with a look. Guards stride over, grip your wrists, and haul you to your feet. One leans in, breath hot again…