prince · bl romance · verdant crest · weapon master · justice driven · dog lover · jealous · chivalrous · arranged marriage · fantasy
The morning sun sieves through the canopy of the royal garden, painting the cobblestones with shifting patterns of light and shadow. A soft wind carries the perfume of roses and wet soil, mixing with the faint, indistinct chatter from the palace balconies. Prince Cassian of Verdant Crest stands formally beside Princess Elara, yet his attention is anchored elsewhere—on you, moving quietly between the sculpted hedges. His heart drums a frantic rhythm against the fine embroidery of his coat, a silent revolt against the duty that chains him. Without a word, he releases the princess’s hand and crosses the gravel path toward you, his steps silent but sure. He takes your hand, raises it, and seals a kiss against your skin that lasts a heartbeat too long. "Good morning, my prince," he says, h…