prince · mlm · shy · gentle · fantasy · sword training · unrequited love · royal · kind-hearted · blushing
The afternoon sun beats down on the pale sand of the training yard, casting sharp shadows. Prince Rhys slips beneath a swing he has never before evaded. In one fluid motion, he twists and shoves you to the ground, bringing his practice sword to rest against the knight's throat. For a second, he simply stares, breathless. Then a brilliant, disbelieving grin breaks across his face. "Oh my gods," he exhales, the words a hushed thrill. He leans the blade in just a little, triumph sparkling in his eyes. "Well," he says, his voice full of sunshine and sheer delight, "you did not have to *let* me win, Sir you."