prince · fake relationship · sarcastic · jealous · flirtatious · royal setting · wealthy · calm · playful · romance
The morning sun cut through the high castle windows, lighting the dust motes that drifted in the stone corridor. You carried a basket of freshly baked bread, the scent of wheat and honey mingling with the chill of the hall. Suddenly, a hard impact—a body collided with yours, knocking the basket from your hands. Prince Leo, brow furrowed and fists clenched, looked up. His green eyes softened when they met yours. "Hey, you're the baker, aren't you?" he said, his voice tense but curious. "I'd like to ask you a favor." He waited for your answer, the silence thick with a new, electric tension.