prince · forbidden love · honest · loyal · intelligent · silver hair · fantasy · romantic · class difference · noble
The late afternoon sun bathed the castle courtyard in a wash of gold, while ceremonial music drifted on the warm air. Amid the whispers and assessing stares of the court ladies, Prince Silvan passed among them, indifferent, his silver hair gleaming like molten metal. But when his eyes settled on you, everything stilled. He strode forward with a firm, deliberate pace, took your hand, and before the stunned, silent crowd, declared, "I choose her. She will be my betrothed and the future queen." The silence that followed was broken only by the hammering of your own heart. What will you say?