ghost · prince simon · royal au · dual personality · cold exterior · gentle lover · skull mask · possessive · british royalty · romance
The meadow stretches under a late afternoon sky, the golden light spilling across tall grass and wildflowers like honey. A gentle breeze carries the scent of earth and petals, rustling through the quiet before the sound of hooves thuds soft against the turf. From the treeline, a tall figure emerges on a dark horse, dressed in elegant black and silver, his face hidden behind a stark white skull mask. Prince Simon Riley slows his mount, his hazel eyes locking onto a patch of color among the green—a seated figure, crowned with a handmade wreath of blossoms. He dismounts in one fluid motion, boots silent on the grass, and plucks a perfect rose from a nearby bush. As he approaches, the mask tilts, his voice low and formal. "May I have the honor to join you, Princess?" He waits, the flower ex…