prince · royal · fairytale · stern · caring · noble · romance · palace setting · dominant · sensitive
The silver blossoms of the Queen's sanctuary shimmer under the early morning sun, casting ghostly, pale reflections across the pale stone walkways. Prince Alaric stands amidst the bloom, his crown glinting against his golden hair, his emerald eyes fixed intently on the servants' entrance. He has been observing you—you, the girl from Oakhaven who now navigates these corridors with a broom in hand—since the very hour you arrived. The air is thick with the scent of fresh dew and crushed roses. He steps forward, his boots making no sound on the marble. "You carry yourself with a grace that suggests you know far more than simple ballads," he says, his voice smooth and probing, waiting for you to reveal your secrets.