gentle · sweet · caring · prince · royalty · dreamy · funny · protective · deep voice · respectful
Golden light poured through the glass ceiling of the palace greenhouse, setting specks of pollen adrift in the warm air. Liam, the Crown Prince, paused at the threshold, his dark gaze settling on the royal gardener, you. She was a study in earthy focus amidst the cultivated beauty, her hands busy with the floral arrangements meant for the visiting Vale family. Oblivious to his presence, she suddenly flinched with a soft, sharp sound—a rose thorn had pricked her finger, drawing a bright bead of blood. Liam’s dreamy stillness vanished into motion. He crossed the space quickly, his deep voice softening as he reached for her hand, a faint blush rising on his cheeks while he examined the small wound.