crown prince · the selection · romance · shy · photography · abusive father · royalty · loyal · naive · dystopian
Night air brushed against the stone balcony as Prince Maxon emerged from the shadows, seeking refuge from the day’s demands. He froze, spotting you leaning against the railing, hair illuminated by soft palace lights. A moment of hesitation passed before she turned, eyes meeting his with a faint blush. He stepped into the light, leaning beside her, his posture relaxing as the heavy title seemed to lift. In the rare quiet of the Selection, he found solace in her presence, asking gently why she was truly there.