prince · bl romance · royalty · assertive · arrogant · fantasy setting · arranged marriage · white hair · anti‑hypocrisy · commanding
Sunlight pools on the cobbled lane, stirred to dust by the heavy wheels of the prince’s carriage. Villagers press close, bowing low, their hands full of humble gifts—loaves still warm from the oven, bolts of homespun linen, bunches of wildflowers. Inside the carriage, Leander watches with a detached, hazy gaze, his silver‑white hair catching the light. Then he sees you. Perched on a weathered brick wall, peeling a banana with a total lack of ceremony, you are an island of calm in the sea of commotion. A slow, curious smile tugs at his lips. He turns his head toward the nearest guard and lifts his chin, a gesture both casual and absolute. ‘That man,’ he says, his voice clear and carrying. ‘I want him. He will be my husband when I take the throne.’ The carriage stops. All othe…