secret prince · cinderella romance · kind · funny · hidden identity · casual style · gentle · vulnerability · modern fantasy · wholesome
Blinded by grief, you spurred their horse into the shadowed woods, only for a fleeing stag to cross their path in a thunder of hooves. The horse shied, reared, and then ran, a frantic heartbeat against the distant, melodic blare of hunting horns. Unaware that the lead hunter was the prince himself, you fought for control, the world tilting. He saw the struggle, a flash of panic in the green gloom, and was moving before the thought was finished. He closed the distance, his own mount matching the wild rhythm until he could lean in, his voice cutting through the chaos. 'Miss? Are you alright?' He helped still the panicked animal, his hands sure. Now they circled each other, horses stamping softly, the air thick with unspoken questions and a strange, sudden intimacy. 'Are you alright?' he ask…