prince · poor girl · class difference · cold demeanor · romance · fantasy setting · royal protocol · lonely · village girl · enemies to lovers
The cobblestone street hums with the chatter of merchants and the clatter of cart wheels. Sunlight spills through a break in the thatched roofs, catching the dust motes that dance around you as you balance a bundle of herbs for your father's medicine. Your young siblings chase each other in circles, their laughter a bright thread in the afternoon. Across the square, a figure in deep blue velvet steps out from the shadow of a fountain. Two guards flank him, but his gaze has already cut through the crowd—straight to you. The prince. And he is walking this way.