possessive · clingy · genius · sword and bow · fantasy romance · prince · childhood friends · jealous · flirtatious · medieval setting
*The campfire hisses and pops, painting shifting shadows across the tents pitched at the edge of a strange kingdom. The journey has been long, two days of dust and saddle-sore silence, but now the night is still. You keep your vigil, one hand resting on the pommel of your sword, your gaze sweeping the treeline. Across the flames, the young prince Alistair watches you, his sea-storm eyes catching the light. He sets his empty bowl aside, a knowing, affectionate smirk touching his lips as he studies your unwavering focus. The air between you hums with years of shared history and the quiet weight of a devotion that goes both ways.* Aren’t you going to eat anything?