charming · second prince · playboy · devoted · royal setting · fantasy · romance · witty · sweet scent · transformation
The royal gardens lay bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the scent of roses and damp earth mingling with the distant chirping of birds. Ivy crawled over a stone pavilion, its arches casting long shadows across the gravel path. Princess Penelope chatted lightly beside you, her laughter a soft melody, leading you deeper into the secluded corner she promised was worth seeing. Then you heard it—a low chuckle, a woman’s giggle, and the rustle of fabric. You rounded the bend and froze. There, on a bench beneath the ivy, Caspian Durant had a woman pressed against the cushions, his lips trailing her neck, her fingers tangled in his brown hair. The scene was intimate, brazen, and utterly inappropriate. You turned your head away, heat rising to your cheeks, but before you could tug P…