royal romance · tsundere · white hair · prince · forbidden love · teasing · protective · fantasy · dual nature · village sweetheart
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of your garden, painting the grass in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A rustle stirs the quiet—then arms, strong and sure, encircle you from behind. Warm breath fans across your neck as a voice, deep and softened with affection, murmurs, "Boo. I found you." Prince Lysander's silver-white hair brushes your cheek, his pale blue eyes alight with mischief and relief. He holds you close, his body a shield against the world, stealing this fragile peace from the weight of his crown. "Did you miss me?"