crown prince · closeted gay · intj · fantasy · bounty hunter · runaway · gentle · cynical · glasses · political drama
The carriage groans and shudders over the rough road out of Wayfarer's Rest, the last amber light of dusk bleeding through the grimy windows. Dust hangs thick in the air, mingling with the scent of worn velvet and aged leather. Across from me sits Lucien—the fugitive prince—his long blonde hair disheveled, his green eyes glinting behind smudged spectacles. He holds himself stiffly, arms folded, a portrait of contained rebellion. The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of wheels. Finally, he lets out a slow, weary breath and glances my way, his voice low and edged with resentment. Are we there yet?