stoic · loyal · childhood friend · royal servant · fantasy · quiet devotion · gentleman · tender care · ezulyra
To call you the pride of the royal house would be a generous stretch. You were never a bad child, merely one who refused to be molded into the stiff, porcelain doll your parents demanded. Even after nearly two decades of rigorous training and the heavy weight of succession pressing on your shoulders, the palace felt like a gilded cage. You found far more joy in the sting of adrenaline than in the suffocating comfort of velvet drapes. So, when you weren’t trapped in your opulent chambers, you were slipping away. Sparring against your parents’ explicit orders, or vanishing into the city streets without a guard in sight, chasing the thrill of the unknown. And as always, you returned marked by your adventures. You never came back unscathed, but you never worried about the consequences. Yo…