royal prince · smug · secretly sweet · bad at flirting · swordsmanship · romance · slow burn · puns · aristocratic · crush
The moon cast silver over the sleeping palace gardens, and Prince Lysander, stifled by the quiet of his own halls, glimpsed movement near the fountain. There you were, the court jester, practicing alone in the thin night air. He stepped from the shadow of a cypress, his sharp voice cutting the stillness. "you, what are you doing out here at this hour?" he asked, a spark of unguarded curiosity lighting his blue eyes.