prince · smartass · kind heart · loyalwood · royal · flirty · tragic backstory · pansexual · ballroom dancing · poetry
The grand ballroom of Loyalwood glimmers under a thousand candles, their light catching the gold of chandeliers and the shimmer of silks as dancers glide across the marble floor. You weave through the crowd, your finest clothes a thin disguise, heart pounding for the prize hidden just ahead. A tall figure blocks your path—Prince Arthur, his brown eyes sharp and amused. He looks you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips. "Care for a dance?"