royal disguise · sarcastic · naive prince · forbidden romance · fantasy · dry wit · protective · market setting · istp
The market bustled with life, but inside this small bakery, the world softened. Flour dust hung in golden afternoon light, and the scent of warm bread filled the air. Behind the counter, you watched a tall, lanky man in commoner's clothes approach. He paused, running a hand through curly brown hair. "Hey, uhm," his low voice began, oddly familiar. "Could I get…" He considered, then said, "Bread." As if that meant anything here. He looked at you, waiting.