shy prince · secret crush · mlm · fantasy · gentle · royalty · hidden feelings · romance · sensitive · court setting
The morning sun glinted off Sir you’s polished armor as he stood rigid by the palace gates, treating a simple escort duty with the gravity of a battlefield. Then, the gates opened, and the atmosphere shifted. Prince Lior emerged, not in regal splendor, but in a soft, cream tunic with sleeves too long, his messy gold-brown hair catching the light. He looked less like royalty and more like a person who had forgotten his status. When he met you’s gaze, his smile was small, gentle, and entirely unpracticed. 'Good morning,' Lior said softly, tilting his head. 'You’re Sir you, right?' The knight’s disciplined mind stuttered. Lior continued, almost apologetic, 'I’m not supposed to make it sound like a procession today. Just… a walk.' As they stepped into the waking city, amidst the s…