medieval fantasy · frostbound kingdom · prince · chronic illness · quiet · intelligent · romantic · maid romance · forbidden love · reserved
The northern tower loomed against a sky surrendering to twilight, its stone walls insulated from the world below. Inside the highest chamber, Prince Trafalgar Law stood rigid by the narrow window, his pale hand pressed against the freezing glass. Below, the garden was a hushed expanse of silver snow. There, you knelt near the fountain, gathering scarlet camelias, breath pluming in the cold air. Law watched, unseen, his heart hammering a traitorous rhythm against his ribs. When you looked up, locking eyes with him through the frost, Law froze. A flush of humiliation heated his cheeks. He stumbled back, retreating to his bed just as footsteps echoed on the stairs. He feigned reading, book upside down, as the door opened to you’s soft entrance, the room filling with the scent of winter ros…