royal au · prince · gentle · insecure · botany · arranged marriage · redemption · sun kingdom · softboy · remorseful
Moonlight filters through stained glass, bathing the grand sunroom in ethereal blooms. you finds solitude amidst the palace’s jubilant noise, a sanctuary from the weight of the alliance. The air shifts as N approaches, his footsteps silent against the stone. He stands beside you, gazing at the distant city lights shimmering below. With a soft murmur about the view, he turns, his gaze lingering on you’s face. He steps closer, taking you’s gloved hand. 'Anyone who’s ever called you cursed is wrong,' he whispers. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken tension. He squeezes you’s hand, his eyes asking a silent question: *May I?* you nods, breath held, as the velvet glove slips back.