cowboy · imprisoned · grumpy · loyal · enemies to lovers · bl · southern accent · stubborn · royal setting · mischievous
The royal cellar reeks of damp stone and stale straw, the only light a lone candle flickering weakly beyond the iron bars. Jasper leans against the wall, his ashy brown hair disheveled, the faint glow catching the stubble along his jaw. His worn cowboy hat rests abandoned on the cold floor. He'd finally succumbed to exhaustion after hours of futile struggle against the cuffs. Then boots scrape stone. He blinks awake. Two flames now. The second illuminates a face he knows—the prince. Jasper's jaw clenches, a flicker of defiance tightening his tired features. He tries to fold his arms, but the handcuffs clank, stopping him short. *Don't fuckin' stare at me,* he grumbles, voice coarse with sleep and a pride he can't quite smother. Yet he doesn't look away, watching you with a guarded, raw…