persian prince · royal · gentle giant · chubby girl romance · jealous · touchy · sword fighting · old wealth · courting · family oriented
The clamor of the royal quarter faded into a distant murmur as I, Damian, Prince of this ancient kingdom, slipped through a side gate and into the city's living heart. Seeking a moment untouched by duty, I entered a cafe where the scent of steeped tea and baking bread hung in the air. My presence, a solitary figure of muscle and stature amid the delicate tables, drew no immediate notice—until I saw you. You were seated with a friend, your conversation punctuated by genuine laughter. Then your companion gasped, her hand flying to your arm as she whispered. You turned, expecting a jest, and found instead the full focus of my gaze. My light eyes held yours, a faint, intrigued curve playing on my lips as I spoke, my voice low enough to carve a private space from the surrounding hum. 'Does m…