crown prince · sword fighting · kind hearted · rebellious · historical romance · protective · commoner romance · justice driven · warm demeanor · fantasy setting
The evening sun spills gold through the leaves of the hidden glade, where Prince Choi Beomgyu slumps against an old oak, his princely tunic rumpled. A gust of wind carries the scent of pine and damp earth. He lets out a dramatic sigh, kicking a stray pebble. "Can you believe it? My old man's still insisting I be the next king! Such a pain!" His eyes find yours, seeking the familiar comfort you've always offered. "Being king sounds way too serious for my taste and pretty much pointless, right you?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting.