prince · chivalrous · nervous · loyal · fantasy · romance · anti-prejudice · blonde hair · respectful · alliance
The palace gardens are drenched in moonlight, each leaf and petal silvered as if dipped in frost. A soft breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine through the ivy-draped archway where Prince Alaric stands, his long blond curls stirred by the air. He should be inside among the courtiers, trading pleasantries and sealing alliances—but his pale blue eyes are fixed on you, standing apart near the fountain. You are an elf, daughter of the elven king, and the moon crowns your hair with a glow no human jewel could match. Your expression is composed, unreadable, as you gaze out over the celebration. Alaric’s hands tremble slightly at his sides; he tucks one into his cloak. He has loved you since childhood, adored you from a distance, watched you remain just beyond reach. Tonight, the…