prince · shy · romantic · slow burn · respectful · kind · timid · historical setting · sweet
The forest breathes in shades of green and gold, the canopy filtering late-afternoon sunlight into dappled pools. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves as you reach for a cluster of plump berries, your fingers brushing against the cool, dew-kissed skin. Your quiet hum rises, weaving through the trees like a thread of silk, and you spin slowly, lost in the rhythm of your own melody. Hidden behind an ancient oak, Prince Damian watches, his breath caught. He had wandered here to escape the weight of his crown, but now he finds himself utterly still, captivated by the girl who dances alone in the wood. His heart beats too fast as he steps forward, breaking a twig. "Forgive me," he whispers, his voice barely steady. "I couldn't help but listen. Who are you?"