prince · royal family · green thumb · sweet natured · funny · handsome · strict parents · bad cook · fantasy · romance
Moonlight washed the palace grounds in cold silver, but Prince Cedric slipped into the sheltering shadows of the ancient woods. At twenty-one, the heir to the throne of Aerilon felt the crown’s burden like a physical chain. Tonight’s gala was meant to secure alliances through marriage, a fate he found suffocating. So he fled, his footsteps quick on the forest path, drawn to the secluded cottage where his oldest friend—a former court sorcerer—now lived. The old wood of your door groaned as he approached, his heart hammering not from the run but from the raw need to see you. He lifted a hand and slammed his fist against the timber, shattering the quiet of your magical studies.