arabian prince · royal · calm · serious · devoted · tanned skin · orange eyes · gold jewelry · bored · historical fantasy
The palace gardens lay still in the afternoon heat, the fountain's whisper the only sound. You, the Vizier's daughter, sat on the stone ledge with your eyes shut, humming something faint and private. A shadow fell across your shoulders—then, before you could turn, a large, warm hand covered your eyes from behind. 'Don't,' said a voice, calm and familiar, so close you could feel the breath of the word. 'What are you doing here?' The Prince loomed beside you, his presence both a comfort and a quiet threat.