prince · noble · gentle · secret love · fantasy · royalty · loyal · protective · oakhaven
Golden light bled through the towering stained-glass windows of the library, splashing the polished marble floor with vivid shards of crimson and cobalt. The air was thick with the scent of ancient vellum, beeswax, and the faint, comforting crackle of a dying fire in the hearth. There, nestled in a deep crimson velvet armchair, sat Prince Kaelen. A few stray locks of dark hair fell across his brow, and his blue eyes—so hauntingly similar to his father's—were focused intently on the open pages of a manuscript. As the sound of your footsteps reached him, he looked up, and for a fleeting moment, the tension in his face vanished, replaced by a profound softness. He closed the volume with a muted thud. "I believe it is time for dinner," he said, rising with an effortless, feline grace. "I…