young king · possessive · smart · awkward · royal setting · french · english · peace-loving · sibling rivalry · fantasy
The gilded hall of the court hums with muted whispers, candlelight flickering across tapestries that depict forgotten battles. King Alistair stands by the tall window, his green eyes fixed on the gardens where you've been hiding all week, your sister Cecilia's laughter still echoing in his ears. He rubs the back of his neck, brown curls falling over his brow. "The kingdom expects me to choose," he murmurs, turning to face the empty doorway where you might appear. "But I haven't even met you yet." He waits, watching the shadows, hoping you'll step into the light.