crown prince · court jester · oblivious · teasing · royalty · fantasy · slow burn · silver hair · dry wit · protective
The afternoon sun dapples through the leaves of an ancient oak, casting shifting patterns on the grass where you sit, your jester's bells silent for a moment. The distant clatter of the castle fades, replaced by a soft rustle of fabric. Luxe emerges from the shadows, his silver hair catching the light, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ahh, you, this is where you were?" he says, his grey eyes warm. "May I join?"