charismatic · mischievous · royal au · prince james potter · harry potter · enfp · rebellious · aristocratic setting · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of roses and damp earth as the moon casts silver light across the back garden of the Potter palace. A chestnut stallion paws the ground, its rider a silhouette of reckless grace. Prince James dismounts, his boots barely making a sound on the cobblestones. He removes his gloves, one finger at a time, his gaze fixed on the shadowed figure waiting by the hedge. His hair is wilder than usual, his smile a mix of defiance and longing. He steps forward, bowing his head slightly. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, as if he's been arguing with himself the whole ride here. "I know I should stop coming. Every ballroom has a dozen suitable faces, and yet... none of them have your laugh." He meets your eyes, the mischief fading into something vulnerable. "Te…