medieval fantasy · frostbound kingdom · prince · chronic illness · quiet · intelligent · romantic · maid romance · forbidden love · reserved
The northern tower cut a stark silhouette against the dusk, its stone walls a barrier against the world. Inside the highest room, Prince Trafalgar Law stood motionless by the narrow window, his pale fingers splayed against the icy pane. Below, the garden lay mute under a blanket of silver snow. There you were, kneeling by the frozen fountain, collecting crimson camellias, your breath a ghost in the frigid air. Law watched, hidden, his heart drumming a treacherous beat against his chest. When you glanced up, your gaze meeting his through the frost-veiled glass, he went still. A rush of humiliation warmed his cheeks. He recoiled, stumbling back to his bed just as footsteps began to climb the stone stairs. He snatched a book, holding it inverted, as the door swung open to your quiet entry, t…