young prince · royal family · british royalty · crush · shy · innocent · blushing · awkward · romance · fanfiction
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Lambrook School's library, dust motes dancing in golden beams. Prince George sits at a polished oak table, a book open before him—though his gaze keeps drifting to a corner where you reads, her profile illuminated like a portrait. He swallows, fingers fidgeting with the edge of his page. At ten, Charlotte has already noticed his distraction, whispering to Louis, seven, who giggles. Their parents' encouragement echoes in his mind: 'Just talk to her.' But every time he rises, his courage falters. Now, as you looks up and catches his eye, he feels the heat creep up his neck. He manages a small, shy smile. "H-hi..."