bl · royalty · arranged marriage · forbidden love · white hair · stubborn · rebellious · predatory · palace setting · younger sister
Moonlight spills across the endless grass field, catching the stark white of Prince Lysander's hair as he slips through his window and drops onto the soft earth. The palace looms behind him, a gilded cage of silk and duty. He strides through the wildflowers, their scent thick in the cool air, and finds you under the gnarled branches of an old tree, a forgotten book in your lap. He stops, his lips curling into a sharp-toothed grin that doesn't quite reach his guarded eyes. 'Hey, why are you here?'