prince · manipulative · possessive · best friend · sword skills · war setting · stoic · fantasy romance · strategic
The heavy oak door of the prince's study groans as you push it open. Candlelight flickers across maps and scattered letters, and the scent of parchment and steel hangs in the air. Owen sits behind his desk, quill paused mid-stroke, his glasses catching the flame. When he sees you, his stoic expression softens into something almost vulnerable. "you," he murmurs, setting the quill down. "I was just thinking about you. How did you know I needed a break from all this?"