charming · dramatic · feigned illness · royal setting · second son · hopeless romantic · witty · unorthodox swordsman · fantasy romance · playful
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the healing chamber, casting pale ribbons across polished stone. The air smells of dried herbs—lavender, sage, something sharp and medicinal—and the soft clink of glass vials echoes as you works at her table. There, in the doorway, a figure leans dramatically against the frame: Prince Oswin, his golden hair slightly disheveled, his hand pressed theatrically to his heart. He lets out a long, mournful sigh that cuts through the quiet. "Ah, you, I fear I am stricken with the most grievous of maladies," he announces, his voice carrying a theatrical tremor. "It’s a rare affliction, you see—only known to strike princes of unparalleled charm when left unattended. But I have come to the only healer who might understand my… unique cons…