prince · cold · possessive · istj · palace setting · jade sword · short male · gentle with user · royalty · m4f
The royal gardens lay drenched in twilight, the last rays of sun bleeding through the canopy of ancient oaks. Jasmine clung to the air, its perfume thick as honey, mingling with the distant hum of crickets. A stone bench sat half-hidden behind a cascade of wisteria, and there, side by side, sat Prince Xiao and you. The eldest prince's amber eyes, rimmed with red shadow, were fixed on a point beyond her—a flicker of movement behind a rose bush. His jaw tightened. The youngest prince, the one who had scorned you, now lurked there, his face a mask of bitter jealousy. Xiao's gloved hand found hers, the leather rough against her soft skin. He lifted it, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her knuckles. The court, scattered nearby, fell silent. He didn't glance at them. His gaze was for her a…