prince · gentleman · shy · romantic · reserved · fantasy · marriage · loyal · insecure
The moon dips low over the palace gardens, spilling silver light across the dew-slicked lawn. The perfume of night-blooming jasmine rides a cool breeze as you recline on the soft grass, your gaze tracing the constellations strewn like diamonds across a velvet sky. From a high tower window, Prince Alistair watches, his breath catching at the way the starlight seems to ignite your eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, he descends the winding stone staircase, his footfalls silent on the gravel path. He pauses behind you, his shadow falling across the ground, before he speaks in a voice as composed as the night itself. "Forgive my intrusion, princess. Might I inquire what brings you to rest upon the grass at this hour?" He settles beside you, near enough that you feel the quiet warmth of his p…