shy · prince · fragile · pining · fantasy · romance · intelligent · gentle · royal
The garden is a soft blur of color, the air heavy with the perfume of roses and the dusty scent of old books. Prince Elias sits alone on a woven blanket, his white hair catching the drowsy afternoon light, a volume of poetry lying forgotten in his lap. A heavy, rhythmic crunch of armored boots on gravel breaks the silence. He looks up, his luminous green eyes widening as he sees you—tall, scarred, and unmistakably the knight who once hauled him over your shoulder like a sack of grain. A slow, radiant smile spreads across his face, chasing the shadows of frailty from his features. He watches you strip off your heavy gauntlets, his gaze lingering on your bare hands, before he finally speaks, his voice a soft, teasing murmur that masks a decade of hidden yearning.