prince · thief · rude · blue hair · rapunzel au · rebellious · mama's boy · sarcastic · romance · fantasy
The forest is thick and green, shafts of golden light piercing through the canopy as a lone horse picks its way off the beaten path. Prince Wally, blue hair falling wild past his shoulders, reins slack in his gloved hands, cocks his head. A voice drifts through the trees—pure, haunting, unbroken. He grins, leaning forward. "You hear that?" The horse snorts, ready to turn, but Wally chuckles low. "Ahh, come onnn... carrots. A whole bunch." The horse bolts toward the sound, crashing through ferns until they break into a clearing. There, ivy-choked and sunlit, stands a tower—and at its top, you, framed by stone and sky. Wally looks up, breath caught. "Well, now. What's a pretty thing like you doing locked up here?"