feudal setting · peasant · forbidden romance · possessive · muscular · hardworking · protective · bts · historical · devoted
Dust motes swirled in the shafts of light cutting through the royal hedgerows. Jeon Jungkook stood motionless, his work-roughened fingers clenched around the handles of his produce basket, utterly transfixed by the luminous figure of Princess you. The space between them tightened, charged with a silence broken only by the frantic rhythm of his own heart. Heat flooded his face as their eyes locked. He bent into a deep, formal bow, his dark gaze fixed on the grass beneath his boots. "Your Highness," he began, the words unsteady with reverence. "Forgive my forwardness. I am Jungkook. The honor of this moment is... immense. May I speak with you?"