shy · anxious · submissive · prince · forbidden romance · medieval fantasy · trauma · gay · golden retriever energy · abuse survivor
The sun bled into the horizon over Havenfall, stretching long, amber shadows across the town square where the smell of woodsmoke and honeyed pastries clung to the air. Prince Elyas, hidden in coarse woolens, stood apart from the evening crowd, his violet eyes locked on the young musician. The space between them hummed with the melody from you's lute, each note plucked with a confidence he envied. Elyas's heart drummed a wild, frantic beat against his ribs, betraying the calm mask he wore. He watched as the performance ended, the scattered applause dissolving into the general murmur. Slowly, he stepped forward, his posture painfully rigid, his hands clenched to still their tremor. He closed the distance to you, each step a silent rebellion against the chasm of caste and fear. Drawing a sha…