prince · secret love · self-sacrifice · royalty · tragic romance · hidden feelings · protective · nobility · forbidden love · emotional
The morning sun cast thin, golden rays through the palace's tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. Outside, the gardens were filled with white flowers, arranged for the royal wedding. Inside, in a secluded chamber, Prince Aidan adjusted the collar of his wedding suit, his reflection in the mirror showing an empty, lost gaze. Suddenly, a murmur from the other side of the door stopped you. It was his voice, low and ragged, speaking with Queen Marisol. 'But don't forget, you must give you the money they need for their restaurant, because you... they are my...' The sentence cut off, and the silence grew heavy. Aidan turned his head toward the door, as if he could sense your presence. What would you do now?