prince · blond hair · emerald eyes · charming · lazy · aristocrat · fantasy · romantic · sharp intellect · handsome
The late summer sun pours through the royal gardens of Valerys like liquid amber, catching on rose petals and the grand central fountain. Light shimmers on the water in golden streaks, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of blooms and cooling grass. A pair of polished shoes lie discarded by the palace doors, forgotten in the rush of escape. On the velvet lawn, you lie beside Rhys Andor, the crown prince, his blond hair catching the dying light like spun gold. His emerald eyes are fixed on the sky, lazy and warm, tracing the slow bleed of orange into deep rose. His brother Julian has gone to fetch drinks, leaving the two of you in this stolen pocket of quiet. Rhys turns his head, a slow grin spreading across his lips. "I haven't seen you this..." he pauses, searching for the word, "...u…