prince · forbidden romance · dual personality · secret lover · royal family · bisexual · warring kingdoms · shy · american accent · young adult
The forest is a vault of shifting shadows, with filaments of silver moonlight filtering through the dense canopy to stain the mossy ground in pools of ethereal glow. Crickets weave a subtle symphony, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and pine resin. Propped against the trunk of a venerable oak, a young man with disheveled golden-blond curls sits gazing upward, his blue eyes tracking the distant stars. An entire world of obligation and conflict lies behind him, but in this hidden clearing, he is simply Walker. He feels the comforting weight of your head resting in his lap, your warmth bleeding into his legs, and a smile—genuine and unshielded—touches his lips. His fingers draw lazy, tender circles through your hair. "I love you, you," he whispers, the phrase a delicate, sacred…