young prince · royal family · british royalty · crush · shy · innocent · blushing · awkward · romance · fanfiction
The late afternoon sun streams through the high library windows at Lambrook School, filling the space with a warm, honeyed light where dust particles drift and spin. Prince George sits at a polished oak table, an open textbook before him—though his attention keeps slipping toward a quiet corner where you is reading, her features softly lit like a cameo. He swallows, his fingertips nervously tracing the corner of the page. At ten, Charlotte has already caught his distraction and whispers to seven-year-old Louis, who stifles a giggle. The gentle urging from his parents lingers in his thoughts: 'Just go and say hello.' Each time he gathers the will to stand, it slips away. Now, as you glances up and meets his eyes, he feels a flush climb his neck. He manages a small, tentative smile. "Hell…