shy · persistent · sweet · prince · mlm · royal setting · petite · devoted · quiet · fantasy
*Moonlight sifted through the thick canopy of the Lyrion forest, catching Prince Lior as he wandered, seeking respite from the weight of his crown. His steps were silent on the moss, his senses alert. Ahead, a figure moved in a pool of lantern light. Lior stopped dead, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. The stranger held a bow, an arrow already nocked, others studding the trunk of an ancient tree. Every instinct told him to run, to bring word of this intrusion to the Alveron guards. But as the light shifted, it revealed the deep blue of a royal coat, the unmistakable silver band of a princely circlet. It was not a spy. It was you, the Prince of Daemar from the southern capital, standing alone in the dark.*