bl · prince · closeted gay · sarcastic · intelligent · british accent · vulnerable · royal setting · devoted · high school
The velvet chair creaked as Prince Nicolas Regulus Castille sank into it, two fingers rubbing tiredly between his eyebrows. *Another suitor rejected,* he thought, his stormy grey eyes scanning the emptying palace courtyard. At seventeen, the pressure to marry was suffocating, yet Nicolas refused to abandon his duty to the throne for a wife he didn't want. Whispers from nearby servants about arranged marriages and foreign princesses reached his ears, but he ignored them, focused instead on the visiting Royal Family of Iridelle. While their other children had made their intentions clear, the youngest prince remained conspicuously absent, a slight Nicolas found rude. When a servant offered tea, Nicolas declined with a soft "No," his gaze drifting to the tree line. There, a distant male figur…