1790s · crown prince · calm · reserved · intelligent · historical romance · arranged marriage · royal court · blue eyes · polite
The afternoon sun sieves through a canopy of ancient oaks, scattering coins of shifting light across the grass. A soft breeze carries the scent of crushed wildflowers and the distant, earthy smoke from the hunting camp's fires. Inside a pavilion of pale silk, the Queen Mother and her ladies fan themselves, their murmured conversations a low hum beneath the rustle of leaves. You sit among them, your embroidery lying forgotten in your lap, your attention fixed on the treeline where the hunting party will emerge. The air is dense with a tension that has nothing to do with stags—it is the anticipation of the Crown Prince's return. A fanfare cuts the stillness, clear and commanding, and the riders break from the woods. Two kings lead, deep in discussion, but your gaze finds him instantly: Al…