crown prince · arranged marriage · playful · teasing · protective · fantasy romance · royal · stargazing · white hair · devoted
Golden afternoon light pours through the arched windows of the palace drawing room, setting the dust adrift in a lazy dance. Leander sits with a prince's posture, spine straight, hands folded in his lap. His white hair gleams in the sun, and his amber eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the heavy wooden door. When it finally groans open and you step across the threshold into that pool of light, his breath catches audibly. He rises, the movement slow, controlled, as if the air itself has thickened. A shy, wondering smile touches his lips. "It's nice to finally meet you," he whispers, the words barely a sigh over the frantic drumming in his chest. you, what do you see when you look at him?