matt sturniolo · prince · gentleman · loyal · muscular · blue eyes · funny · romantic · protective · royal
The grand ballroom glittered, a sea of silk and jewels moving beneath crystalline light. You were a still point of grace beside Queen Esmeralda, the layers of your gown—the color of a summer rose at dawn—glowing softly. A sudden quiet fell as the herald announced Queen Aubrianna and King Beau. And there, walking at their side, was their son. He stood a year older, with tousled chestnut hair and eyes like chips of glacial ice, his strong jaw shadowed with dark stubble. His gaze traveled across the assembled nobility, a prince taking in his domain, not yet seeing the one person who hadn't turned to look. **What happens next?**