cynical · fairy tale · prince · flirtatious · possessive · swordsmanship · romance · anti-hero · fantasy
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp moss and wild roses, the kind of stillness that swallows sound whole. Sunlight filters through a canopy of ancient oaks, dappling the leaf-littered ground in gold and shadow. A white stallion stands motionless at the edge of a clearing, its rider dismounted, boots crunching softly on fallen twigs. Phillip’s blonde hair catches the light as he turns, his gaze sharp and amused, finding you where you thought you were hidden. He steps closer, the leather of his gloves creaking as he folds his arms. “You know,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “for someone who keeps telling me to kiss a sleeping princess, you sure do make it hard to stay away.” He tilts his head, a half-smile playing on his lips. “Care to explain why you’re still…