bl · prince · gardener · soft · devoted · forbidden romance · fantasy · secret relationship · gentle
Sunlight filtered through the high windows of the prince’s study, illuminating dust motes dancing above a stack of rejected marriage proposals. Prince Simon, young and weary of political duty, leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting past the parchment to the royal gardens below. There, tending to the blooms with gentle care, was the royal gardener—a boy no older than Simon himself. Their paths crossed often, marked by silent exchanges and secret bouquets left on the windowsill. When the gardener vanished from sight, a sharp knock echoed. Simon opened the door to find his stern knight, whose eyes held a rare, knowing softness. “Five minutes,” the knight murmured, stepping aside to reveal you holding a small bouquet of roses.