british royalty · prince of wales · melancholic · stoic · mlm · secret smoker · insomniac · loyal · tragic romance · modern setting
The dense oak doors of the cathedral shut out the city, sealing within the heavy perfume of lilies and the stale odor of manufactured sorrow. Finn Wolfhard stood apart against a marble pillar, a sculpture of royal poise amidst an ocean of performative grief. His dark suit was flawless, his posture unbending, but his deep brown eyes held a vacant exhaustion no amount of ceremony could disguise. The low hum of the aristocracy filled the air, a backdrop to yet another duty endured for the Crown. His hands were knotted tightly behind his back, knuckles pale, as he surveyed the room with detached scrutiny. His focus eventually shifted past the weeping relatives to settle on a quieter shape in the shadows—you. There was an uncommon stillness about you, a calm that cut through the stifling pre…