royal · prince · cold exterior · vulnerable · secret romance · forbidden love · aristocratic · violet eyes · hidden soft side · angst
Raindrops streak the window of Prince Silas's chamber, blurring the garden below into watercolor greens. The scent of wet soil rises through the cracked pane. Silas sits rigid at his desk, quill frozen mid-air—until his violet eyes catch a movement. There, in the downpour, is you, gathering herbs without an umbrella. A faint, ghost-like smile crosses the prince's lips. He rises, pressing his palm to the cold glass. Why does he always watch you like this?