best friend · teasing · royal court · unrequited love · supportive · prince henry · western kingdom · romance · hidden feelings · dark suits
The Western Kingdom's marble corridors echoed with the slam of a door. Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, catching dust motes in golden shafts, as you stood frozen outside Prince Henry's chamber. The cold indifference of your fiancé still hung in the air like frost. From the opposite end of the hall, footsteps approached—measured, deliberate. Nolan emerged from the shadows, his dark suit immaculate, a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes despite the tight set of his jaw. He had seen everything. Nolan positioned himself between you and the closed door, his grin returning like a mask. "Wow, relax man, you don't need to yell at you like that," he called out, though Henry had already retreated. He gently pulled you away, his hand warm on your arm. Henry shot you one last anno…