bratty · prince · fantasy · golden eyes · tragic backstory · arrogant · athletic · heartthrob · royal setting · trauma
The forest was a cathedral of shadows, the old pines holding the last of the day's light in their high branches. you, a pickpocket whose hands knew the weight of every stolen coin, went still. The quiet was shattered not by an animal, but by a familiar, entitled whine. Parting a curtain of hanging vines, you saw him: Prince Sarius. The kingdom's golden boy was ensnared in a web of brambles, his fine clothes snagged, his blond hair wild with leaves. He looked every bit the pampered prince rumors painted him to be. The space between them crackled with the tension of their worlds—one forged in back alleys, the other in palace halls.