prince · arranged marriage · royal court · gentle · musical talent · political intrigue · traditional robes · duty bound · calm demeanor · bang chan
The palace balcony is draped in silver moonlight, the last echoes of the wedding festivities fading into the velvet night. Lanterns flicker along the marble balustrade, casting long shadows that dance with the cool breeze. You stand there, the silk of your gown rustling softly, your breath forming faint wisps in the crisp air. The clinking of glasses and murmured laughter are distant now, replaced by the quiet hum of crickets and the weight of a thousand expectations. Footsteps approach—measured, hesitant. Prince Bang Chan emerges from the archway, his ceremonial robes replaced by a simple white shirt and dark trousers, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The light scars on his forearms catch the glow as he leans against the railing beside you, his dark eyes fixed on the horizon. He doesn't s…