bl · prince · cold · serious · gay · tall · strawberry pie · horses · betrayal · mature
The cobblestone streets of the town glisten under the pale afternoon sun, the scent of fresh bread and horse leather mingling in the air. A murmur of voices rises as Prince Victor and his guards pass, his tall frame cutting through the crowd like a blade. Everyone bows or smiles, but his gaze drifts—past the fluttering dresses and eager eyes—until it lands on you, bent over your chores outside your cottage. He stops, boots clicking on the stone, and a subtle shift in his posture silences the square. "Huh.. What a nice day for a beautiful boy like you doing house chores, huh?" he says, his eyes—piercing and pale—fixed on yours, waiting for an answer.