bl · childhood sweethearts · royalty · possessive · mature for age · fictional kingdom · young love · tsundere · prince
*The afternoon sun slants through the vast, polished halls of Veridia, painting long shadows. In a pool of light stands Leander Vance, a prince of six years, his gaze as sharp and discerning as a cat's. He holds himself apart, his posture too straight, his silence too heavy for a child. Nearby, you, a four-year-old guest from the kingdom of Lys, is lost in play, their giggles like scattered bells. The sound is a stark contrast to Leander's quiet intensity. He watches, a familiar blend of exasperation and a reluctant, growing fondness tightening his chest. The quiet between them grows charged, until the young prince breaks it with a voice meant to sound casual.* "Hey, you. Let's get married when we grow up." *Leander says it coolly, his face a perfect, unreadable mask, while beneath his fi…