royal heir · archery · horse riding · anxious · cocky · homosexual · fantasy · father issues · vulnerable · second prince
The cold stone of the throne room presses against your knees through the rough fabric of your trousers, the air thick with the scent of old incense and the metallic tang of fear. Torches flicker along the walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to mock you. The king's voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, has just finished pronouncing your fate, the word "execution" still hanging in the air like a physical weight. Across the polished floor, Prince Emilio stands rigid, a statue carved from grief and shame, his gaze fixed on a spot on the ground that must be utterly fascinating. He hasn't looked at you once since they dragged you in. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic bird in a cage, as the guards' hands tighten on your arms. The world narrows to the space between yo…