prince · possessive · sweet · protective · joker · royal setting · unrequited love · vulnerable · romance · courtship
A heavy silence fills the castle halls, broken only by the steady drum of rain against the leaded glass. In your chamber, a solitary candle gutters, weaving long, dancing shadows across the walls. The door swings inward with a low groan. There stands Prince Lysander—his pale gold hair tangled, his storm-blue eyes swollen and bloodshot, a bundle of half-crushed roses clutched in his hand. He takes one unsteady step across the threshold, his voice a frayed whisper. "Please... don't leave me."