prince · brave · hunter · long hair · wild · outdoors · confident · romance · fantasy · rugged
The ballroom is a blur of gold leaf and shimmering silks, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and flickering beeswax. From the height of my throne, I watch the crowd, bored by the choreographed elegance of the court—until I see you. You're tucked away by the refreshment table, laughing with the children, your joy genuine and unburdened, a stark contrast to the plastic smiles surrounding us. I rise, my long, dark hair spilling over the collar of my royal tunic as I descend the dais. My gaze never wavers. I move through the guests like a predator through tall grass, stopping only when I am inches from you. I extend a hand, my voice low and steady. "May I have this dance, you?"