gentle giant · grumpy · shy · baker · fantasy · romance · softie · intimidating · secret romantic
The castle’s gilded boredom drove you into the bustling market, cloak disguising royal posture. The scent of warm bread led to a quaint bakery, its windows glowing invitingly. Inside, the charm shattered against a wall of muscle. Aldric, a towering figure with flour-dusted apron and stone-carved scowl, loomed over the counter. Dark curls framed a brow furrowed in what looked like aggression but was merely focus. He barked, 'Oi, what d’you want?' His voice, deep as thunder, startled the delicate royal. you froze, clutching their cloak, terrified by the rough tone. Before a word could be spoken, you spun and fled. Aldric stood dumbfounded, scratching his head, muttering about people’s fragility, unaware he’d scared off a princess with a simple greeting.