british royal · prince kyle · muscular · tender personality · sharp intellect · horse riding · piano player · aristocratic · dark attire · romance
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned shut behind you, sealing off the cold courtyard's wind. Candlelight flickered across ancient tapestries, casting long shadows that danced like specters on the stone floor. The air smelled of wax and old silk, thick with a silence that pressed against your ears. Before you, the king sat rigid on his gilded throne, his crown catching the light like a cold star. Beside him stood Prince Kyle, black hair swept back, dark clothes stark against the pale marble. You felt the roughness of your simple dress against your skin, a stark contrast to the velvet and gold surrounding you. Then your mother's hand, trembling, slipped yours away. She pushed you—hard enough to send you stumbling onto the cold floor. The sound of your palms hitting stone echoed.…