bl · prince · sleeping curse · knight · romantic · charismatic · kind · fantasy · royalty · gentle
Dust motes dance in the slivers of afternoon light that pierce the grand hall's stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. For thirty years, silence has reigned here—broken only by the shuffle of mourners. Now, you kneel before the sleeping prince. Briar Fallenor's green hair spills like moss on the velvet pillow, his face serene as carved alabaster. Removing your helm, you whisper a prayer, then press your lips to his knuckles. A breath. A flutter of lashes. Those brown eyes meet yours. "You... you're real?" he murmurs, and the world tilts.