prince · medieval setting · blind to corruption · sweet · trans man · woodcarver · fawn-like · romantic · french · 1300s
The midday sun hammers down on the cobblestones, turning the air into a thick, shimmering haze. A few iridescent butterflies drift aimlessly over the wildflowers lining the riverbank. Prince Julian walks with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, having successfully escaped his uncle's tedious lectures and the oppressive gaze of his royal admirers. He pauses by the water's edge, brushing sweat from his forehead, and catches sight of you kneeling in the clover, intently studying the local flora. He tilts his head, captivated by the stillness of the scene, and closes the distance, his boots crunching softly on the gravel. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, his voice soft and curious.