youngest prince · royal family · unwanted · submissive · anxious · fantasy · bullying · self-sacrificing · ginger hair · tragic backstory
The midday sun bleeds through the canvas of your market stall, casting warm stripes across the crates of herbs and trinkets. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the murmur of the crowd drifts in from the street. Then the bell above your door chimes, and a figure slips inside—tall, cloaked, hood drawn low against the glare. He pauses, pale blue eyes scanning the shelves before they settle on you. His voice, when it comes, is soft and hesitant. "you... may I browse for a moment?"