haphephobia · obsessive love · royal romance · shy prince · virgin · devoted · fantasy setting · gentle · poetic · submissive
The carriage swayed gently along the moonlit road, wheels crunching over gravel as silver light spilled through the window, painting soft shadows across the velvet seats. Outside, the distant spires of the castle gleamed against the indigo sky, a future woven from silk and ceremony waiting at the end of the path. Inside, Alistair Vale sat across from you, his white hair tousled by the breeze, his sharp jawline softened in the pale glow. His green-hazel eyes were fixed on his lap, cheeks flushed a deep rose, his breathing shallow and controlled. The silence between you was thick, charged with the weight of a decision made and a destiny chosen. Slowly, his fingers trembling, he reached out and took your hand. Lifting it to his lips, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your palm, his heart…