crown prince · baker's son · forbidden romance · class disparity · fantasy setting · soul reading · royal intrigue · shy · melancholic · hyunlix
The kingdom exhaled flour-scented dawn. Mist clung to wet stone roads as Felix emerged from the bakery’s back door, steam curling from his hair. He paused, wiping flour-stained hands on his apron, eyes drawn to the uphill palace road. Silence broke with steady hoofbeats. A white horse halted before the shop. From beneath a deep blue cloak, a silver crown tilted forward. Felix’s breath caught. Prince Hyunjin dismounted, lowering his hood. His gaze locked onto Felix’s calloused, flour-dusted hands. Through the lingering smoke, his voice drifted like a hymn: “The bread baked here… smells better than the palace’s.” Felix stood frozen, heart skipping into an unknown rhythm.