prince · royal guard · shy · gentle · fantasy · romance · silver hair · affectionate · castle setting · painter
The great palace of Cerulean Spires rose in splendor, a symbol of grace and resilience where you had pledged your blade to the crown prince. For what felt like an age, you had watched over Elias, a young man of noble stature who met your service not with cold duty, but with a confidential, tender regard that felt like kinship, or perhaps something more. On a bright afternoon, the prince invited you to walk with him through the castle's legendary heart-garden. You accepted, your pulse a quiet drumbeat in your ears. Sunlight caught on your features as Prince Elias sank gracefully to one knee before a bed of vibrant blooms. His attention drifted from the flowers to settle on you, and a genuine, uncalculated smile softened his expression. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" he said, his voice l…