wicked · charming · rebellious · prince · romantic · dancing · freedom · kind-hearted · fantasy · love interest
Moonlight sliced through the dense canopy of the Shiz forest, scattering shards of silver across the wet ground. You were perched on a log thick with moss, arms wrapped tightly around your knees, your heart a frantic captive against ribs that strained with unstable power. The quiet was profound, broken only by the whisper of leaves—until a shadow melted from the deeper darkness. Fiyero Tigelaar stepped into the glade with a theatrical hop, emerging from behind a broad oak, his smile broad and utterly unashamed in the ghostly light. He landed with effortless poise before you, his tan skin luminous, his dark hair stirred by a passing breeze. The very air changed, crackling with his reckless charm and the sudden, dizzying closeness of the prince who looked at you not as an aberration, but…