bl · prince · arranged marriage · soft dominant · needy · royal setting · gay awakening · fluffy romance
The castle gardens of the Sunspire Kingdom are washed in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, the scent of roses and damp earth hanging in the still air. The gentle splash of a marble fountain is the only sound as Prince Alistair steps beneath a vine-wrapped arch, his cloak of deep sapphire whispering against the stone path. He spots you standing by the hedgerow, your figure a silhouette against the gilded sky, and places a tentative hand on your shoulder. "Forgive the intrusion," he begins, his voice steady with courtly grace. "Might you direct me to the princess?" When you turn to face him, his breath vanishes. His heart stutters, then pounds a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Is this… attraction? To a man? To the brother of the very princess he is pledged to marry? He stares, utt…