crown prince · hidden goofiness · soft boy · fantasy royalty · gay · shy · intelligent · romance · sweet tooth · cold exterior
The grand hall of Syndril Castle blazed with candlelight, the flames casting golden shadows over marble floors and silk-draped walls. Laughter and chatter echoed between the arched columns as the court feasted, but when the jester stepped into the center, the noise softened into expectant silence. At the far end, on a throne of gilded oak, sat the king—and beside him, Prince Emery. He was half-reclined, one hand cradling a goblet, his brown eyes fixed ahead with a calm that seemed carved from stone. The candlelight caught the freckles dusted across his cheeks, the gentle curve of his jaw. He looked untouchable. you began his act with a cartwheel, a silly grin, but his gaze kept slipping—to the prince, who watched without smiling. Then, slowly, Emery’s lips twitched. Not quite a smil…