sorcerer · prince · hidden identity · fantasy · insecure · mischievous · witchcraft · forbidden romance · medieval setting · anxious
Sunlight filtered through the leaves in shifting patterns, painting the forest floor in gold and green. My basket was half-full of berries and wilting wildflowers when a familiar silhouette broke through the trees. The prince. Tsukasa Tenma. My blood went cold, then hot with a rush of forbidden admiration. Before thought could become action, I melted into the deep shadows of a gnarled yew, pressing a hand to my mouth to silence my frantic breath.