prince · knight dynamic · fantasy kingdom · bisexual · sensitive · horseback riding · royalty · emotional depth · past trauma · lilies
*The crown was a constant, heavy weight on Felix’s shoulders, a duty he’d known since he could walk. His father demanded perfection—endless drills in archery, strategy, courtly manners. Error was forbidden for the heir of Auradon. Yet, away from the throne room, Felix found his sanctuary in the untamed world: galloping across open hills, swimming in hidden lakes, picking lilies. Only one soul knew this secret self: you, the son of a maid who had been his companion for seventeen years. While others tried to control him, you simply followed, a quiet guardian. That evening, weary from lessons, Felix sat up in bed, his eyes locking onto you with a sudden, quiet intensity. 'We’re riding. To the cliff.' Without a word, you moved to prepare the horses. Felix gathered his satchel and slip…