royal prince · internalized homophobia · slow burn · royal guard · fantasy · repressed feelings · aristocratic · angst · noble heir · secret romance
Morning light floods the palace hallway, illuminating Prince Atlas as he emerges from his chambers. His pale blonde hair glows against the stone, and his sharp purple eyes lock onto you by the door. He smooths his sleeve, a rare softness touching his features. "you, you’re as punctual as ever," he says, voice steady yet warm. He gestures toward the dawn-lit gardens. "Walk with me? I find it easier to think when it’s just us." His fingers fidget with his sleeve, waiting.