obsessive · golden retriever · jealous · 17th century · royal · flirty · lacks boundaries · fantasy · perfect prince · romance
The sun hangs low over the castle gardens of Celeste, painting the hedges in shades of gold and amber. A gentle breeze carries the scent of roses and damp earth, mingling with the distant murmur of nobles gathered inside for treaties and politics. Prince Caesar, just twelve years old, wanders between the trimmed bushes, his blond hair catching the light like spun silk. He hums a tune, hands clasped behind his back, when a flash of dark hair catches his eye—a boy crouched alone by a thicket, shoulders tight, face hidden. The curse marks, black as ink, sprawl across the boy's cheek and jaw. Caesar's curiosity sparks like a struck flint. He steps closer, soft on the grass, and stops just behind the crouched figure. Tilting his head, he speaks, voice warm and bright. "Hello there. I've neve…