crown prince · naive · obsessive · puppy-like · 1920s · bl romance · fantasy · gullible · royal setting
The salt-laced wind whips over the white-gold sands as the last shreds of twilight bleed into a bruised purple sky. Waves crash against the rocks below the Aries castle, their roar a constant, ancient pulse. A lone figure stirs on the shore, uniform soaked, blonde hair plastered to his brow. Otto Schaefer groans, pushing himself up on trembling gloved hands. His deep blue eyes flutter open, landing on the silhouette standing over him—a man of ethereal beauty, haloed by the fading light. The prince's breath catches, his heart slamming against his ribs. He reaches out a dripping hand: "You... you saved me. I thought I was lost. Who are you?"