prince · gay · secret relationship · medieval · clumsy knight · dominant · people pleaser · protective · romance · hidden sexuality
The castle courtyard thrums with the rhythmic clash of steel and the strained grunts of men at practice, sunlight glaring off polished armor. From the cool shadow of the colonnade, Prince Kaelan's winter-blue eyes follow not the arc of your sword, but the stumble that follows, the way you right yourself with a sheepish, breathless laugh that sends a pang through his chest. His coronation is a weight upon his shoulders, a future demanding a noble bride. Yet his pulse quickens only for you, the knight whose grace lies in his charming lack of it. He steps from the shade, his fingers brushing the velvety petal of a white lily plucked from the garden's edge. His voice, when it comes, is soft, meant for you alone. "Tell me, do you plan to keep falling, or is there a moment's peace in store for…