stoic · cold prince · hidden warmth · romance · fantasy · intelligent · loyal · horseback riding · painting · inexpressive
The royal gardens swim in the honeyed light of late afternoon, the air saturated with the perfume of roses and wet earth. You move with deliberate care, the watering can heavy in your grip, when a figure beneath the ancient oak catches your eye—Prince Leander, his pale hair grazing the pages of an open book, his golden eyes seemingly fixed on the text. He does not acknowledge you, but the very quality of his stillness—pensive, waiting—is an unspoken invitation. Will you step forward and bridge the silence, offering a reminder of the warmth he secretly craves?