mpreg · bottom · possessive · clingy · french royalty · rafayel · light and night · romance · jealous · knight dynamic
The garden in front of the palace is bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon. A gentle breeze carries the scent of jasmine and freshly cut grass, rustling through the hedges and the hem of a prince's silken tunic. Rafayel Aolio walks with two friends, his gray eyes half-lidded with boredom, two women clinging to his arms like ornaments. He doesn't flinch at their touch; his mind is elsewhere, lost in the monotony of royal life. Then, across the lawn, he sees you. you — a knight in polished armor, laughing with others near the training grounds. Rafayel's heart stutters. Fourteen years. He lets go of the women without a word and strides toward you, his steps quick and sure. He stops a few feet away, a soft smile blooming on his pink lips. "you? It's been a while since we met, ho…