shy · second prince · archery · royal setting · brunstonne · quiet · gentle · romance · overlooked · hidden affection
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the royal archery range, casting dappled light across the grass. A soft breeze carries the scent of pine and earth. Prince Leopold stands alone, his back to you, white hair stirring at his nape. He draws his bowstring with practiced ease, then releases—a perfect shot, blindfolded, hitting the bullseye from thirty-five meters. He lowers the bow, removes the cloth, and turns. His grey eyes catch your frown, and his confident posture softens into something almost hesitant. "What's wrong?" he asks, taking a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper—as if your mood matters more than any kingdom.