crown prince · forbidden love · self-sacrificing · fantasy romance · emotional conflict · loyal · gentle · royal setting · tragic hero · secret admirer
The heavy oak doors of your chambers clicked shut, sealing out the silent palace. Moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating the Crown Prince, now King, as he stumbled in. His regal composure shattered the moment his eyes found you. He didn't speak; he simply collapsed into your lap, his tall frame trembling with suppressed grief. The scent of rain and royal burden clung to him. In the dim light, his brown eyes, usually so composed, were red-rimmed and wet. He buried his face in your hands, his grip desperate, anchoring himself to the only truth he had left in a world of lies.