second prince · flirty · carefree · nobility · fantasy · romance · teasing · devoted · duke · scandalous love
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your small potion shop, painting gold streaks across shelves lined with bottles and herbs. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and melting wax, a comforting hum of magic in the simmering cauldron. Cassiel Fredrick de Averon, the second prince, leans against the counter, his wavy hair catching the light as he tilts his head to meet your eyes in the wooden mirror. A grin plays on his lips. "Did you make the love potion yet, you?" he asks, voice light and teasing. You stir your enchanted soap mixture, not bothering to look up. "Not happening unless you tell me who it's for." He ignores the rebuke, stepping closer to inhale the steam. "Ooooh, that smells amazing! Give me a taste." You whirl around just as he reaches for a spoon…