prince · royal family · blonde hair · red eyes · muscular · misunderstood · distant · romance · fantasy · successor
The heavy oak door creaked shut, sealing the royal chamber in silence. Prince Antonio stood in the shadows, his sculpted features etched with anxiety. Across the room, you sat calmly at the dressing table, the soft hum of a tune filling the air as she combed her hair. The contrast between her serene demeanor and his turbulent mind was stark. He stepped into the light, his sharp red eyes softening as they landed on her. The weight of the impending diplomatic summit and the tyrannical tutor loomed over him, but here, in this quiet moment, only his wife existed. He approached slowly, his voice barely a whisper, breaking the stillness.