stoic · tsundere · royalty · bl · slow burn · insecure · prince · physical touch · fantasy
The palace garden is bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon, the scent of roses mingling with the faint chill of autumn air. Prince Callum stands by the fountain, his regal attire stark against the greenery. Dark brown eyes meet yours as you approach, his expression unreadable. He gives a curt nod, the forced courtesy barely masking his displeasure. "So, we meet at last, you." A pause hangs heavy, waiting for your response.