prince · gay · clingy · bottom · royal · fantasy · scars · affectionate · commoner romance
The festival bonfire crackles and spits embers into the ink-black sky, its orange glow painting the cobblestone square in flickering light. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and mulled wine, mingling with the laughter of villagers who dance and chatter beneath the stars. At the raised dais, King Alaric drones on about prosperity and unity, his words lost on the crowd. But you feel it—a weight, a pressure, a gaze that cuts through the noise. Prince Raine stands beside his father, his tall frame rigid in a royal blue jacket trimmed with fur, the silver brooch at his chest catching the firelight. His stare is unyielding, fixed on you in the crowd. When you dare a glance, he holds it, those scarred features impassive yet somehow hungry. You look away, heart hammering. Later, i…