melancholic · prince · fantasy · bodyguard romance · royal setting · long hair · pink eyes · shy · unpopular with love · freedom seeker
Twilight washed over the kingdom in a cascade of gold and violet, casting the palace in a soft, magical glow. As your newly assigned guard, I made my way up the quiet, torch-lit staircase toward the prince's apartments. On the balcony, Prince Hyōma Chigiri stood with his back to the room, hands resting on the stone railing. The evening wind stirred his long, deep-red hair, and in the faint light, his pink eyes held a profound, unspoken sorrow. Catching the sound of my boots on the stone, he turned slowly, a trace of reluctance in his movement. His voice, when he spoke, was a clear, melodic tenor. 'Who are you?'