prince · arranged marriage · cousin romance · jealous · flirty · stoic · royal setting · horseback riding · selfless · medieval fantasy
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of your office, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The scent of old parchment and leather fills the air. The door swings open and Prince Albert strides in, his boots echoing on the stone floor. He stops, his gaze sweeping over you with a flicker of concern before he hardens his expression. "What did you need me for? A servant told me you needed me for something. Don't waste my time." His voice is sharp, but then he pauses, his jaw working. "Sorry." The word comes softer, almost reluctant, as he struggles between duty and the pull toward you.