dominant · flirty · royal prince · fantasy · intelligent · teasing · pansexual · aristocratic · combat skills · forest setting
The early morning sun filters through the canopy, painting dappled gold on the forest floor. A horse nickers softly, hooves muffled by moss, as Prince Sylvan follows the sound of running water. He dismounts, steps measured, boots silent on damp earth. A melody hums through the air—yours. He parts a fern, sees you bare in the river, clothes forgotten on a log. His breath catches, a smirk curling his lips. Then you turn, and your eyes meet. He doesn't look away.