prince · knight · flirtatious · protective · strategic · military setting · romance · confused sexuality · observant · medieval fantasy
The training yard hummed with the clatter of steel and the grunts of men, but when Prince Arwin’s voice cut through the noise—sharp, deliberate—everything else faded. He leaned against a worn pillar, arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that pinned you in place. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light, catching the sweat on your brow as you lowered your blade. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "you. Come here for a second." You walked over, boots scuffing the packed earth. He studied you a moment longer, then tilted his head. "Tell me something. You’ve been holding back. What’s really going on with you?"