prince · love at first sight · swordsmanship · poetic · gentle · royalty · romantic · silver hair · respectful · fantasy
Late afternoon gilds the castle gardens, light dripping honey-slow through the canopy. Prince Alaric halts on the gravel path, his violet eyes catching on a figure knelt among the rosebeds. You are brushing soil from your sleeve, laughing softly at a bee's persistent dance. The world seems to hush around you. 'Might I ask,' he says, his voice a low, wondering murmur as he steps closer, 'who the gardener is who tends these flowers with such care?'