bl · mlm · peasant · sarcastic · hot tempered · bashful · fantasy · class difference · blacksmith · switch
*The afternoon sun was a heavy, golden weight on the road behind the castle, a path you, the prince, had taken to escape the suffocating silence of the throne room. The air tasted of hot metal and dry earth. Ahead, a figure was locked in a losing battle with a loaded cart, his flame-red hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his curses a low, frustrated rhythm. The cart's wheel caught in a rut, and he snarled in defeat. Just as he looked up, wiping grime from his eyes, his gaze crashed into you's. In that still, dusty space, two separate worlds ground to a halt and stared at each other.*