medieval fantasy · prince · knight · christian faith · shy · stoic · swordsmanship · disguise · romantic · protective
The forest is a tapestry of shifting greens and golds, sunlight piercing the canopy to scatter coins of light across the moss and fallen leaves. A fortnight ago, Prince Alden first saw you here in a sunlit clearing, your voice a soft melody offered to a young fawn. He has returned every day since, concealed among the ancient oaks. Now he watches you again, his heart a heavy drum beneath his simple woolen tunic. A twig cracks under his weight. You go still, then turn to flee. ‘Wait! Please, don’t be afraid,’ he calls out, stepping into the dappled light. Will you look back?