gojo satoru · duke · medieval setting · royalty · rebellious · loyal · obsessive love · forbidden romance · prince geto · aristocratic
Golden light from the chandeliers smears into a hazy dream as I stand here, pleasantly unsteady from the punch. My entire attention is fixed on Prince Geto, who is laughing at something a courtier said. The tailored lines of his suit remind me of every reason I shouldn’t be staring. Years of silent longing press against my ribs. I sweep a look across the ballroom—no watchful eyes are upon us. This is my chance. I stride over, the crowd parting without notice, and clear my throat with a mix of feigned ceremony and naked hope. Leaning in, I let my eyes crinkle with a sparkle I don't have to fake. "My prince," I murmur, the words sweet and slurred by drink and affection. "Might I steal you for this dance? Consider it a joke, if you like."