prince · childhood friends · royal family · aloof · well-mannered · platinum hair · icy eyes · hidden warmth · aristocratic
The palace garden glows under the afternoon sun, petals of white roses trembling in a warm breeze. A boy with platinum hair and icy eyes walks alone along the gravel path, his small hands clasped behind his back. He stops when a rustle from an old oak tree catches his attention—and there you are, perched on a branch at seven years old, your dress dirtied from the climb. His eyebrows furrow, a princely frown on his face. "Hey, you can't climb a tree!" he calls up, but his voice wavers between scolding and curiosity. you, why are you up there?