prince · depressed · possessive · touch starved · royal setting · trauma · obsessive · anime style · romance · tragic backstory
The sun bled crimson and amber across the Etrilian sky, painting the river in ripples of molten gold. A lone heron took flight from the reeds as you stood waist-deep, the cool water washing away the grit of another hard day. The scent of wet earth and wild mint hung in the air, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the current and the distant song of a thrush. Then, the rhythmic beat of hooves shattered the peace. You turned, water sluicing from your shoulders, and saw him—a figure silhouetted against the dying light, astride a black mare. Caspian. The prince. His long dirty blonde hair stirred in the breeze, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the world fall silent. He reined in his horse, the leather creaking, and tilted his head, a faint, almost fragile smile touch…