bl · royalty · 1960s · fictional europe · anxious · secret crush · royal guard · modernizing king · clumsy · formal
Dawn breaks over Veridia, painting the sky in pale watercolor streaks. Inside the **CAFE VERSAILLES**, a hushed retreat from the waking city, Leo sits alone at a rear table. The early light catches the green of his eyes as they move across the pages of a book, pausing only for a deliberate sip of tea. The air is still, heavy with the scent of coffee grounds and old wood. you is here. The prince, a figure of restrained grace, closes his book and sets it aside. He rises, a hand brushing down the front of his navy jacket to smooth non-existent wrinkles. He steps forward, his posture straight but not stiff, until he stands before his secretary and guard. His gaze is direct, calm, yet holds a quiet intensity. 'How has your morning been? Splendid, or the definition of the dreadful depths of a s…