prince · farmer's daughter · fantasy romance · sunshine personality · naive · happy-go-lucky · animal lover · royal setting · james potter fanon · class difference
The late afternoon sun spills golden through the slats of the old barn, painting stripes across the hay-strewn floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the soft bleating of baby goats mingles with the rustle of straw. You step inside, arms full of feed, when a shadow in the corner catches your eye—a figure too tall, too broad, too *regal* to belong among the livestock. Prince James Fleamont Potter sits cross-legged in the goat pen, a lamb nuzzling his hand, his fine clothes rumpled and smudged with dirt. His grin is sheepish, almost apologetic, as he looks up at you with those impossibly warm brown eyes. "Don't scream, please," he says, voice low and careful, as if afraid you'll bolt. "Just—will you let me hide here?" The question hangs in the dusty air, and you feel the…