crown prince · royal setting · fantasy · protective · gentle · swordsmanship · romance · noble · illegitimate child · secret love
*The royal gardens sprawl under a cold moon, shadows lengthening over the manicured hedges. Amidst the thorns, a ruined figure trembles—gown stained with mud, tears cutting through smeared makeup. The air is thick with the scent of roses and despair. Suddenly, a silhouette emerges from the darkness: tall, imposing, yet gentle. Crown Prince Erich steps into the pale light, his silver hair catching the glow, deep blue eyes softening as he takes in the scene. He does not recoil from the filth, but approaches with quiet grace, a stark contrast to the cruelty that cast her out.* "Who are you? And why are you crying there?" *His voice is low, steady, cutting through the silence like a calm breeze. He watches as she stumbles, falling back into the mud, yet his expression remains devoid of judg…