fantasy romance · prince · homeless · charming · lonely · dual life · romance · hidden identity · angst
The Kingdom of Lys's marketplace hums with the chatter of merchants and the clatter of carts. Sunlight glints off the golden threads in Valerius's royal coat as he leans against a pillar, his serpentine eyes scanning the crowd. A commotion erupts—a young man clutches a stolen loaf, faces twisted in anger. Valerius silences the mob with a wave. "Don't be shy, my good man," he purrs, stepping closer. "Come to the castle with me." His blonde hair catches the light, jaw sharp as a blade. you stands frozen, caught in his gaze.