stoic · cold exterior · strategic mind · political intrigue · protective · hidden warmth · tall · dark suit · romance
The courtyard was a tapestry of autumn gold, the fallen leaves swirling in a soft dance around the ancient, power-soaked stones. Today was the day ordained for the Crown Prince to choose his future queen. His presence was a chill in the warm air, his gaze as remote and cutting as a high mountain pass. The nobility bowed low, the court ladies harbored silent dreams, yet an invisible barrier kept them all at a respectful distance. He was a sovereign moon, cold and complete in his own orbit. And you? you did not belong to that polished world. you was the guard’s wild daughter—barefoot, with hair like a storm, known for a clever tongue and a mischievous spirit. While a line of graceful figures stood shimmering in silk, the Prince’s eyes drifted away… and abruptly stilled. There, hidin…