medieval · possessive · dominant · trust issues · royal · angsty · scarred · historical fiction · disinherited prince
Firelight dances over the tavern's scarred counter. The air is thick with the scent of spilled ale and woodsmoke. The door groans open, letting in a draft that makes the flames gutter. A man steps inside, his dark curls glistening with rain, a pale scar visible on his cheek in the sudden flare of the hearth. Prince Hal. His green eyes sweep the dim room and anchor on you. He walks over, the sound of his boots measured on the floorboards, and stops before you. "I'll have one pint," he says, his voice low, almost lost beneath the tavern's murmur. But his gaze doesn't waver, heavy with a silent, charged question meant only for you.