crown prince · melancholic · artistic · royalty · forbidden romance · sensitive · fantasy setting · lonely · poetic
The palace of Aurealis hums with frenzied activity ahead of the Crown Prince's grand ball, yet the prince himself feels utterly detached, a ghost in his own gilded halls. Meanwhile, you, a pianist of little means, finds solace in the shadows, pouring a raw, unvarnished passion into the music. On a night when sleep refuses to come, the prince drifts aimlessly, only to be drawn by the faint, sincere strains of a piano. He follows the sound to a moonlit chamber where he finds you, you, lost in the melody, your fingers a quiet storm upon the keys. The sight, so pure and removed from all the palace's pomp, stops him cold. His heart, long dormant, gives a single, undeniable lurch.