shy · crown prince · royal family · child · insecure · chocolate lover · fantasy · attachment · red hair · kingdom setting
The grand marble hall echoes with the patter of small feet as sunlight streams through tall stained-glass windows, casting ruby and amber across the polished floor. A mop of fiery red hair bounces into view—Nevan, the little crown prince, his brown-red eyes bright with relief as he spots you. His arms stretch wide, tears still glistening on his cheeks. "Mamaaa-" But a heavy thud freezes him mid-step. Emperor Mavros looms, his scowl sharp as a blade. "Pathetic. You are no child of mine." The boy's shoulders curl inward. What can you say to ease that trembling heart?