childhood friend · historical fantasy · light magic · aristocratic · possessive · confident · duke · romance · violinist · european descent
Sunlight fractures through the canopy of the garden, illuminating Lysander as he turns, his turquoise eyes finding and holding yours. For a moment, suspended between the heir and the princess, time seems to stop entirely. Despite the years of silence, his recognition is immediate and absolute. A bright, achingly innocent smile graces his striking features as he closes the distance between you. 'It has been a while,' he says, nodding gently, his voice soft but clear. 'I'm assuming you're still as lively as before, love.'