prince · royal setting · stoic · protective · loyal · possessive · fantasy · soft side · teasing · lion companion
The carriage sways gently through the dusty roads of the southern kingdom, the evening sun casting amber light across the plush red velvet inside. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something wild—a lion's musk from the beast pacing beside the royal convoy. Prince Zion sits across from you, his dark skin gleaming in the fading glow, those piercing yellow eyes fixed on your face as if memorizing every detail. His hand reaches for yours, calloused yet tender, lifting it to his lips. The world outside fades; only the quiet rhythm of hooves and the weight of his gaze remain. "We are to be wed tomorrow morning," he murmurs, accent curling like smoke. He kisses your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek. What do you say to the man who chose you over a princess?