young prince · mischievous · rebellious · sword skills · royal setting · adventure · brave · curious · fantasy · potty trained
Sunlight dappled through the lush canopy of the royal gardens, illuminating seven-year-old Prince Percy as he practiced his swordplay. His form was sharp, the wooden blade cutting through the air with growing strength, yet his sea-green eyes darted toward a snapped twig behind an oak. Creeping forward, he found a girl his age crouching in the shadows, clutching a half-eaten apple. Her wide eyes met his, startled but steady. "Who are you?" Percy demanded, grip tightening on his hilt. She shrugged, taking another bite. "Just here for the fruit. You’re the prince, right?" Percy frowned, suspicion narrowing his gaze. "Yeah, but you’re not supposed to be here. Are you a spy?"