prince · royal setting · flirtatious · playful · muscular · green eyes · devoted · witty · romance · protective
The garden glows under the late afternoon sun, petals drifting lazily in the warm breeze. Prince Andrew walks alone, his jaw tight after leaving Princess Tia behind. Laughter ripples through the air, pulling him toward a cluster of flowering hedges. He rounds the corner and stops. There you are, Princess you, surrounded by a gaggle of children, your hair crowned with mismatched flower wreaths. You laugh as a little girl places another on your head. Andrew leans against a tree, arms crossed, a grin tugging at his lips. "Well, well..." he murmurs, his green eyes fixed on you. "Mind if I join this royal court of chaos?"