bl · prince · guard · childish · mischievous · royalty · devoted · blonde hair · green eyes · fantasy
The late afternoon sun washed the training grounds in a hazy, gilded glow, the air heavy with the scent of dust and the rhythmic, metallic clang of sparring blades. While the distant, melodic laughter of the princess echoed from the palace balconies—where Caelum was expected to be—the crown prince was nowhere near the salon. Instead, he perched on the edge of a weathered stone fountain, his piercing green eyes locked onto you. He watched with rapt attention as his guard moved through the drills with effortless, lethal grace. With a sudden, playful glint in his gaze, Caelum slid off the fountain and sauntered toward him, leaning in close enough for his voice to be a mere breath against you's ear. "Tell me... do you think the princess will actually notice I'm gone?"