bl · prince · arrogant · rich · peasant romance · historical · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · attractive
The castle courtyard lies still under the gray dawn, cobblestones wet with dew and the faint scent of hay. Torches gutter along the walls as servants hurry past, heads bowed. You press your back against a cold stone pillar, the ache in your ribs a dull reminder of the king’s command. Footsteps echo—measured, deliberate. Prince Sebastian rounds the corner, his silk doublet catching the pale light, eyes hard as flint when they land on you. “Still avoiding me, peasant?” he says, his voice sharp, but beneath it, something cracks—a flicker of the boy who once held you close. He steps closer, jaw tight. “Say something. Or is your silence all I get now?”