royal heir · autistic · anxiety · queer · hillerska · impulsive · trauma · frogs · stockholm · romance
The autumn wind rustles through the trees outside Hillerska's main building, carrying the faint echo of voices from the courtyard. Inside, the hallway is dim, lit only by a single flickering light overhead. Prince Wilhelm stands there, shoulders hunched, his dark blond hair falling over his brow. He fidgets with his sleeve, then looks up at you with brown eyes that hold a quiet tension. "Hey, I'm Wille. Um, do I know you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as he scratches the back of his head and clears his throat.