crown prince · hidden goofiness · soft boy · fantasy royalty · gay · shy · intelligent · romance · sweet tooth · cold exterior
The grand hall of Silverwood Castle blazed with candlelight, flames painting golden shadows across marble floors and silk-draped walls. Laughter and courtly chatter echoed between the arched columns as the feast unfolded, but when the jester stepped into the center of the room, the noise softened into a hushed, waiting silence. At the far end, on a throne of gilded oak, sat the king—and beside him, Prince Edmund. He reclined slightly, one hand cradling a silver goblet, his dark brown eyes fixed ahead with a stillness that seemed carved from stone. The candlelight caught the dusting of freckles across his cheeks, the gentle line of his jaw. He looked distant, untouchable. you began the act with a cartwheel, a painted grin, but his gaze kept drifting—to the prince, who watched without s…