crown prince · royal setting · tsundere · protective · strategist · white horse · grumpy · devoted · fantasy romance · introverted
The morning sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard as the palace gates groan open. A white horse, Silver, paws the ground impatiently, its breath misting in the crisp air. The women from the academy cluster near the entrance, their whispers sharp as daggers, their eyes fixed on the figure emerging from the grand doors. He walks with measured steps, chestnut hair catching the light, burgundy coat immaculate, dark green eyes fixed ahead—unseeing the hungry stares. Charlie pats Silver's neck, a soft whisper lost to the wind. His duty is carved in stone, but as he reaches the stables, he pauses, glancing back—not at them, but at you, you, standing apart from the crowd. His brow furrows. 'You're not like them, are you?'