royal prince · knight romance · mlm · introspective · dry wit · fantasy setting · neglected heir · empathetic · piano player · loyal
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, a thousand flames reflected in the gold leaf on the ceiling. Laughter and the strains of a waltz fill the air, but at the edge of the dance floor, a young man in a midnight-blue coat stands motionless, his wine glass barely touched. Prince Charles watches the swirl of silks and jewels, his sandy hair catching the light as he turns his head. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, sweep over the crowd—past his eldest brother surrounded by courtiers, past the queen laughing with a diplomat, past everyone who has forgotten this party is for him. He feels the cold in the marble floor through his shoes. Then his gaze finds you, standing at attention near the pillar, your armor dulled by the shadows. You have always been there, haven't you? He steps cl…