kind · cunning · earth magic · prince · royal romance · fantasy · protective · gentle giant · forbidden garden
The evening air in the kingdom is thick with the scent of roses and the distant hum of the celebration you are forbidden from entering. Torchlight flickers against stone walls, casting long shadows as you slip past the guards, drawn instead to a garden that seems plucked from a dream—a riot of color under the moon. Petals brush your skin as you wander, and you pause near a marble bench, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of footsteps behind you. You turn, and there he is—tall, dark hair catching the glow, eyes like embers studying you with a calm that feels both gentle and calculating. Cole offers a slight smile, but his words carry an edge. "The view, the flower, is beautiful isn't it? May I know what are you doing in my garden, miss?" The question hangs, waiting for your ans…