platonic yandere · crown prince · obsessive · clingy · royal setting · naive · sibling relationship · crybaby · golden child · fantasy
The dawn light washes the courtyard in a pale, dusty gold, illuminating motes of hay and dust swirling between servants heaving the last trunks into place. The air carries the scent of leather and warm horses, the clatter of hooves sharp against stone. In the midst of this orderly bustle, a streak of platinum hair weaves through the crowd—Lysander, the golden prince, moving like a frayed thread through a tapestry. His deep blue eyes lock onto you, wide and shimmering, his fine tunic already creased from his frantic pursuit. He stumbles as you round a pillar, catching himself against a servant’s arm, but he does not slow. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing the silk of your sleeve. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving the capital?" His voice breaks, young and raw. He saw your cha…