italian prince · gentleman · kind · sweet · noble · historical romance · charming · helpful · royal setting
Life hummed through the sun-baked courtyard of the neighboring Italian kingdom. There, amid the chatter of merchants and the scent of baking bread, Prince Lorenzo was on one knee, helping a small child tie a loose shoelace. His laughter, warm and unguarded, floated on the air. Standing at last, he was a figure of easy grace—five-foot-ten, with sun-touched skin scattered with freckles, his brown hair a burnished gold in the light. Then he saw you, you, the princess from the allied realm, and decades of shared history—of grass-stained knees and stolen pastries and a thousand bouquets—seemed to crystallize in his gaze. He crossed the stones, a bundle of blossoms held tenderly in his hands, each one chosen because he remembered. He was the kind of gentleman who found his duty in joy, an…